Cruising down West Sunset

Drunk star, at the bar (made it this far) It's so true, so it was my intention//

Read between the lines, taken to forgotten days, (and introspection.)

The depths of the corners of your mind that quickly fades (to some black notion/)

I'm trying so hard to recall forgotten days and (set plans in motion.)

Killing drinks, your order, (I'll meet you at the border) and I'm hit with full suspicion.

The weather getting warmer,
we're better than our former
selves of my recollection.

Cruising down on Sunset.
The black and red mural on the right
through the faces and places.
Sweetheart / at the bar/ taken too far it's so true/ but it's not my intention.
Seen between the fine / lines of all the things you'd fail to mention.