A picture of a covered bridge
In the kitchen where your cousin lives
Some stables on some acreage
I swore we rode some horses

But she claims that isn't how it went
She said I mostly sweat the bed
Dripping wet with doom and death
Disheveled and disinterested

She said I was embarrassing
That they billed her for my damages
Put my fist right through the fish tank
Cut the curtains into bandages, man

I admit that's probably possible
There were years where I was feverish
The history's rewritten
When the memories get meddled with

The way that I remember it
There were saddle sores and bridle straps
Might've been another man
There might've been some overlap

The guests were gathered 'round the feast
The servants set the table
The caterers were new wave
And the cooks were all nü-metal
That’s how I remember it
Some discolored Polaroid
Fell out of a paperback
I look wild, you look annoyed
You ended it just after that

So sorry if I called too late
Just trying to get the story straight
You said that's just not the way it went
Somehow you got it twisted, kid

I admit it's probably plausible
That I'm way too sentimental
On the last limb of a family tree
With a legacy of rentals

She said my cousin had a surgery
They pulled out some impacted teeth
We went up to help her convalesce
She said she'd share her pain relief

Watched movies in her living room
Gatsby and some Westerns
Her boy stopped in after his shift
In some kitchen at some restaurant

Vietnamese delivery
After dinner dancing
You fell into the fish tank
You bled all over everything
Said the way that you remember it
Somehow got distorted
There were never any caterers
There were never any horses

There was never any acreage
There were never any horses

There were never any caterers
There were never any horses