Intro D Bm A G x2

i was born a bitter old man who got his heart broken in catalonia, 1936.
i haven?t felt right since, so i gave up on life before i arrived.
i knew this place wasn?t safe for anyone but fascists and republicans and their apologists.
but i swear to god, i?m gonna die full of naive optimism; a teenager?s heartbreaking conviction
that things can be different. oh yeah, things are gonna be real different when we?re finished
around here.
i always wanted to die young.
i always wanted to die young.
i always wanted to die young;
now i feel younger every day, and i just hope i die younger than i am.

Intro again (D Bm A G x2)

i can hear you from a dozen states away
shivering through a dope sick morning of no money left and nothing else to steal.
lord only knows that i?ve had my share, because there were years when i was ready to die,
but it?s only been recently that i?ve been willing to live.
and i swear to god, i didn?t plan for things to end up this way.
i had a teenager?s conviction that i would be different.
oh yeah, i was gonna be real different than the person i became.

i always wanted to die young.
i always wanted to die young.
i always wanted to die young;
now i feel younger every day, and i just hope i die younger than i am.

Bridge D Gm x4

but now living?s a struggle, except when it isn?t. (yeah),
i woke up this morning and i wasn?t in prison,
but i can?t promise that i?m far from it.
i?d still kill a man for cigarette,
but with friends like you, who needs homicide?
so this song goes out to all our homies locked down.
come on back now, we need you around.
that judge, he doesn?t know what he?s done.
no, judges never know the things they do. how could they?

D Bm A G x4 end on D

Verse 1:
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:

Chorus:
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.

Repeat Intro
Verse 2:
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. hell, 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 goddamn, 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.

Chorus:
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.

Bridge:

This one goes out to georgios. he knows how to dance. abby banks, your book is beautiful, and fk
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.”

Bridge 2:
He pulled out of the drive way. that was the last time we saw him, because he
drove straight to his parent’s cabin and put a bullet in his head.

Chorus:
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.

Outro: