Comfortable sing and play along

I just remembered that time at the market;

snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart and rode down

Aisle Five.

You looked behind you to smile back at me,

crashed into a rack full of magazines.

They asked us

if we could leave.

Can't remember what went wrong last September,

though I'm sure

you'd remind me if you had to.

Our love was

comfort'ble and so broken in.

I sleep with this new girl I'm still getting used to.

My friends all approve, say, "She's gonna be good for you."

They throw me

high fives.

She says the Bible is all that she reads

and prefers that I not use profanity.

Your mouth was

so dirty.

Life of the party, and she swears that she's artsy,

but you could distinguish

Miles from Coltrane.

Our love was

comfort'ble and so broken in.

She's perfect, so flawless,

or so they say.

Hey, say, hey.

She thinks I can't see the smile that she's fakin' and poses for pictures that aren't being taken.

I loved you;

gray sweat pants,

no makeup, so perfect.

I want you back.