Your Heart Is a Muscle the Size of Your Fist Songtext

von Pat the Bunny

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Dalia never showed me nothing but kindness
She would say "I know how sad you get.
And some days I still get that way but it gets better.
It gets better.
Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you."
And she'd tell me, "your heart is a muscle, the size of your fist. keep on loving, keep on fighting. and hold on, hold on... hold on for your life."
Ian built a cabin in the woods to live in
For years terrifying noises kept him up at night
With a 12 gauge under his pillow!
He's living in Boston now and going to art school
I forgive him
Hell, I'll admit it, I'm proud of him
Serena's an architect and a carpenter
Such a feminist she says she isn't one
'Cuz Goddamn, my gender shouldn't matter!
Her motorcycle glides through the streets of Providence, down to the Warehouse District
The paint job is as stunning as her knowledge of medieval building techniques
Your heart is a muscle, the size of your fist. Keep on loving, keep on fighting. And hold, hold on. Hold on for your life.
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance
Abby Banks, you're book is beautiful and fuck anyone who says otherwise
Scott, I love you and you make me glad to be alive, I promise that I'm gonna pay you back
You always know how funny everything is
Even when I'm so serious that it'sgonna be the death of me
Like the time
That our friend Chuck came over to our house. Said he needed somebody to take care of pets, 'cuz he was going out of town.
I asked hime where and he said "New Mexico."
I asked if I could get a ride.
He said "No, you don't want to follow me where it is that I'm going."
He backed out of the driveway, it was the last time we saw him
'Cuz he drove straight to his parents' cabin
And put a bullet in his head
Your heart is a muscle, the size of your fist. Keep on loving, keep on fighting. And hold on, hold on. Hold on for your life.