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, it gets better. Sweetie, it gets better, I promise you" 
And she tells me, "your heart is a muscle the size of your fist 
Keep on loving, keep on fighting
And hold on, and 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 twelve gauge under his pillow
He's living in Boston now, going to art school
I forgive him, I forgive him, [bad word] I'll admit it: I'm proud of him
Serena's an architect and a carpenter
She's such a feminist, she says she isn't one 
Because [bad word]  my gender shouldn't matter
And 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 on, and hold on, hold on for your life
This one goes out to Georgios, he knows how to dance 
Abby Banks, your book is beautiful, and [bad word] 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's gonna be the death of me
Like the time that our friend Chuck came over to our house 
He said he needed somebody to take care of his pets
Because he was going out of town
I asked him, "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 pulled out of the drive way; that was the last time we saw him
'Cause he drove straight to his parent's 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, and hold on, hold on for your life