San Quentin from demo by With Open Arms

but that bridge is a prison of its own
and i drive by on my way home
as confinement killed you
you cannot feel trampled
if you are alone

and my kisses mean nothing
because you could not feel them

because prisons mean death
new families
new women
and rolled cigarettes
i hope you remember the love you once felt

but that bridge is a prison of its own
and i drive by on my way home
as confinement killed you
you cannot feel trampled
if you are alone

my palms still sweat when i shift to 5th gear
passing the place you once resided
why cant i move on?
youve been free for five years
and one day ill pass that jail with no memories
but until then my mind is behind bars
you looked up at concrete where there once was stars
I blew kisses out closed windows to San Quentin
and steel pillars did block them

but that bridge is a prison of its own
and i drive by on my way home
as confinement killed you
you cannot feel trampled on
if you are alone

and my kisses mean nothing
because you could not feel them

because prisons mean death
new families
new women
and rolled cigarettes

i hope you remember the love you once felt
the love you once felt

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