Fue captures the raw moment when love’s fireworks have burned out and only smoke is left in the air. The narrator looks back on a relationship that was once intoxicating, almost literally—“I got drunk to the void with your poisonous honey.” He remembers the passion, the euphoria, and the shared attempts to pretend everything was fine, yet the repetition of the word “fue” (Spanish for “it was” or “it’s over”) stamps every memory with finality.
Beneath its hypnotic guitars, the song explores how two people can slip from possession to boredom, then tumble into disillusionment. Those “soft fabrics on the floor” hint at past intimacy, while the warning that “the slipperiest part is believing we have no memory” reminds us that ignoring pain does not erase it. In the end, Fue is both a confession and a sigh of closure: the love existed, it consumed them, and now—simply—it’s gone.