Remember My Name Mitski Lyrics Novels & Stories

I had to remember my name. Re…R…it started with an R. Re…R…R… Closing my eyes, I laid down on the cold ground and pulled my knees to my chest. My memories were all broken, shattered around the place. Re…Rebe… Rebecca. It sounded correct. Familiar. It sounded like me . Rebecca. My name is Rebecca. I hung onto this new revelation. Rebecca. My name was Rebecca, and I had to remember. I couldn’t forget again. It was a routine. I would remember but then forget it again.

That's all she could remember, from the ceiling above to the two men and Hayashi standing nearby. Akiko had been trying to stay calm, but deep inside, she was panicking. She felt so empty. She felt as if she had just peered through a veil to uncover a blank, white canvas devoid of any markings. "Do you still remember your name?" Hayashi asked. "Akiko." Akiko replied automatically, but that name was also part of her fifteen-minute memory. The man who claimed to be her husband had mentioned her name earlier, answering her question. Akiko didn't feel anything wrong with the name, so it was likely her real name was Akiko.

“After all, friends aren’t supposed to hurt you, right?” Another moment of silence persists, until— “Stop calling me Grey”. His voice comes out quieter this time. “Just call me by my name. You’re the only one who knows it anyway”. “Okay…Kousuke”. “…Hurry up with your plans, and make sure you don’t forget me here…I hate this place”. She looks up at the sky. “Yeah, me too”.

“But only one of you still remembers how to speak my name.” Elthara shook her head, pain threading through every bone. “No... not erased. Buried. I was told to forget to survive.” The sentence behind her pulsed like a waiting pulse of light, urging her to remember fully. She turned to the girl, whose expression had shattered into something vulnerable and cruel. “You think remembering will save him?” the girl snapped. “You think saying his name is enough?”

“I am your wolf. Artemis.” The name stirs something deep in my bones, but I can’t grab onto it. It slips away like water through my fingers. “Why can’t I remember you?” “Do you remember your name?” The question wraps around me, tightens my throat. I think for a moment. Panic tries to rise—but I push it down. There’s no answer. Nothing. “No,” I admit, my voice cracking. “I don’t.” “Your name is Eva,” the voice says gently. “Eva.”

I want to know how to make you smile more. “Don’t mind me. It’s just me and my silly thoughts…” He trailed off a bit before responding to my question. “My wife used to add the same amount of honey in her tea. Seeing you do the same made me feel happy for a moment.” I saw Lucas’ eyes tear up, but he quickly wiped the droplets away in the guise of running his hand through his hair. “Every time I see, hear, or smell things that remind me of her, the empty feelings in my heart fades for a while, but then I feel miserable afterwards when I realize she’s never coming back.”

As I run, the sky lightens to a deep royal blue, paling to lilac speckled with the ghosts of the fading stars. Day is coming. I have to hurry. I’m almost there, but I won’t reach him in time. So I call his name, hoping he’ll hear me. But no sound comes out. I’ve forgotten his name. In fact, I’ve forgotten his face, my face, my name, everything. How am I supposed to find him again if I can’t even remember what he looks like?

I stuttered out, confusion muddling my thoughts. Their identical golden eyes bore into mine, emotions swirling within them like a tempest. Kayden gulped audibly, his hand tenderly cupping my face as he asked, "Kiara, sweetheart, what's the last thing you remember?" His question echoed in my mind, sparking a search within the cavernous expanse of my memory. And then, as if a dam had been breached, the memories surged forward in a torrential flood. The pulsating music and kaleidoscope of lights at the club, the euphoria of dancing and laughing with my friends. Then, the dizziness, the world tilting on its axis, and my horrifying collapse in the bathroom.

Her smile, ironically, only grows wider the deeper into the song she goes. "Last night I blacked out I think // What did you, what did you put in my drink? // I remember making out and then, oh, oh // I woke up with a new tattoo // Your name was on me and my name was on you // I would do it all over again."

Magic pulsed beneath Maika’s skin like a current barely restrained. “You’ve already begun,” Salem whispered. “Begun what?” Maika asked. “To awaken,” Vantessa said. “Come, Maika. Sit.” As Maika settled near the moon table, Salem leaned in. “Do you remember the name Aster?” Maika blinked. The fire behind her eyes flared for just a moment. “No… but it feels familiar. Like something just out of reach.” Salem reached for her hand. “Would you let me help you remember?”