Sad News Chris Garneau

I shoulda killed you myself
It was always a dream of mine
I coulda used a little help
But red wine's been a good friend of mine

I've got sad news
Take off your shoes
Sit down for a while
A while
A while, now

I'm wearing me out
I'm wearing my old clothes
I'm writing all new poems
I'm riding in my car

Oh the children, they're just babies
Little baby-sized socks and shoes
And I think that maybe
I should keep them away from you

I'll crawl in and then
I'll creep out, out loud
I've got a job
I'm not proud
I'm not proud