Remember My Name Mitski Lyrics Novels & Stories

she asked, she settled on the chair that was next to mine. I tried recalling my own name but it never came “I don’t know my own name or where I come from” at this point, the fact that I couldn’t remember anything did not make any sense to me. “So, you don’t remember anything? Even how you got here?” she asked, confusion grew on her face. I kept quiet and looked away for a moment trying to remember but I couldn’t remember anything. She put her hand on my shoulder. “You can stay here until you remember everything” she suggested, as she was taking the glass to the dishwasher.

“There are things you’re not ready to remember. Things buried too deep. If I spoke then, I might’ve broken you.” Her words land heavy, like stones in my stomach. “And now?” I ask, my tone cracking. “Now that you’re finally here, will you tell me your name?” There’s a pause. A heartbeat of quiet. “My name…” she begins, almost like she’s struggling with it. “My name is—” Static. Nothing. Gone. “Wait!” I shout into the silence of my mind. “Don’t go! Say it again! Please!” But the space inside me that once buzzed with presence has gone deathly still. Cold.

**** [From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night Summertime and I'm caught in the feeling Getting high and I'm up on the ceiling I don't know what you're doing in New York All I know is you ain't on my bedroom floor I'm seeing you undressed in my room But it's just a memory, a fantasy (Fantasy) Are you in your house? Are you going out? Are you going crazy like me? From the breaking of the day to the middle of the night I try to forget about you, baby And I die when I think of you with someone else and I don't know

“What…is…your name?” “Nymeria.” And I have no idea why I add, “Yours?” “I…don’t…remember.”

I will have to live with you in my heart alone but the physical part of you is now not with me. The most painful thing I have had to watch was you calling Giorgia name the first time you woke up and dismissed me. Nothing made sense anymore. I was never a type to beg but here I am begging for you to remember just my name. You don’t remember me, but I remember you. I remember the way you used to say my name like it was the only one that mattered. I remember the way your hands never shook when you held me, but they trembled when you thought you might lose me. I remember every fight, every scar, every promise we made. And I know you’re still in there, somewhere.

Through laughter and sorrow, through birth and death, through silence and storm. I am no longer a name, no longer a queen, no longer the rejected child of the moon. I am what remains when everything else fades— the echo between light and dark, the pause between fear and hope, the heartbeat between one breath and the next. And when the people look up at the night sky, when they see that the moon is whole again, they don’t pray to me. They remember me. That is enough. --- Because I was never meant to be eternal. Only remembered.

The only thing I couldn’t forget. Dr. Moretti’s voice cut through the machine beeps. “We’re going to put you under now, Cristiano. I want you to focus on the first thing you want to remember when you wake up.” I already knew. “Annalisa.” My voice was barely a whisper. “Annalisa.” Darkness started creeping in slowly. “Annalisa.” Then, nothing.

I demanded, my voice trembling. The rugged man remained silent, but the other—the gorgeous one—stepped forward. His gaze was steady and unyielding. "Athena," he said, his voice smooth and commanding. "Do you not remember us? Do you not remember who you are?" "Athena?" I shook my head frantically. "I'm not Athena! My name is Kiara!" The two exchanged a glance, their silent communication unnerving. Finally, the gorgeous man spoke again. "It seems she has lost her memory... Because she is from the future."

She looked at him with an odd expression. He noticed her blushing and slightly turned his body, half of his face hidden in the interplay of light and shadow. A corner of his mouth curled into a sly, teasing smirk. His voice was low and gentle. "Sera, it doesn't matter that you've forgotten someone important and some other important things. I'll help you remember, bit by bit." She hoped she could recall them, too. It felt really important to her. She touched her chest and said softly, "I wish the memory could come back, but it just doesn't. Just now, I felt a spark, like the scene I saw a moment ago was strangely familiar."