Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Recursive Girl, artist - Fucked Up.
Date of issue: 05.06.2011
Song language: English
The Recursive Girl |
To love and to lose has been myain |
Just when I think I’ve found hope I lose it again. |
Friends become lovers become friends, |
The players pass but the feelings stay the same. |
Hold the bitter taste in my mouth, |
I don’t want forget, don’t want to spit it out. |
The pain can only last for so long. |
A sweetness lingers after it’s gone. |
Take it all on board as I go through life, |
Those loves are all that I know. |
I’m the sum of everyone, I hold on To the memories after the people are gone. |
Hold the bitter taste in my mouth, |
I don’t want forget, don’t want to spit it out. |
The pain can only last for so long. |
A sweetness lingers after it’s gone. |
The start of something new in the end. |
We all get to try this love again. |
Like characters who all switch place, |
I’ll wipe the tears from my face. |
Your heart is made from the places it’s been. |
Mine’s been through a lot and the state that I’m in That I’ve lived through a loss and been fine, |
Gives me hope that tomorrow the sun will still shine. |
Hold the bitter taste in my mouth, |
I don’t want forget, don’t want to spit it out. |
The pain can only last for so long. |
A sweetness lingers after it’s gone. |
Watching the waves of my life wash to shore. |
The pattern they take can’t fool me anymore. |
I want to feel it all because I know things change. |
I want to get wet before I come in from the rain. |
Hold the bitter taste in my mouth, |
I don’t want forget, don’t want to spit it out. |
The pain can only last for so long. |
A sweetness lingers after it’s gone. |
A change of perspective not one of place. |
The memories mean too much to erase. |
The seasons turn to come back again. |
I still love him but I want it that way. |
The start of something new in the end. |
We all get to try this love again. |
Like characters who all switch place, |
I’ll wipe the tears from my face. |
I remember our love like it was yesterday. |
The notes score my heart like the charts from a play. |
I don’t have to let go to move on in my way. |
I look back as I grow and I know that it’s okay. |
It’s okay |