Falling Away With You – Muse
I can't remember when it was good
moments of happiness elude
maybe I just misunderstood
all of the love we left behind
watching the flash backs intertwine
memories I will never find
so I'll love whatever you become
and forget the reckless things we've done
I think our lives have just begun
I think our lives have just begun
and I'll feel my world crumbling
I'll feel my life crumbling
I'll feel my soul crumbling away
and falling away
falling away with you
staying awake to chase a dream
tasting the air you're breathing in
I know I won't forget a thing
promise to hold you close and pray
watching the fantasies decay
nothing will ever stay the same
all of the love we threw away
all of the hopes we cherished fade
making the same mistakes again
making the same mistakes again
I can feel my world crumbling
I can feel my life crumbling
I can feel my soul crumbling away
and falling away
falling away with you
all of the love we've left behind
watching the flash backs intertwine
memories I will never find
memories I will never find
With eighty-four years of reaps on top of fifty years of life it's safe to say Rube Sofer has a fairly decent archive of memories. Lives, deaths, jobs, identities and people he recalls with slow clarity. He blames himself for the microscopic place Lucy has in his unconscious. George had lost memories when trying to speak to her mother, and she had come back to Der Waffle Haus with that broken expression, like some unseen third party had just mindfucked her. Which, let's face it, they did.
When Rube found himself awake after thirteen bullets had shattered his body, he thought he'd been given a second chance. Fuck the universal death shit; he could see his family again. Every so often he tries to remember Lucy—their first kiss, the first time they make love, their wedding, the moment she told him she was pregnant. He draws a blank every time. He stayed far away from Rosie, and his compliance was rewarded with agonizing remembrances of their lullabies and their goodbyes.
George knows. Sometimes it's too fucking much to endure, but then George sits next to him, as close as she can. Her body heat seeps into his bones and he can breathe again. Today, when Lucy's blank pages slide once again through the passages of his mind, he lets them.
