John Vanderslice Gruesome Details Lyrics

leave the TV on
and tell me again why you left your dad in portland
without a word
is it what i suspect?
i won't even guess
everybody's got screwed-up stories
everybody's got gruesome details
but you'll never get mine
it's not that bad
it could never justify my life
i used to feel i was improving my position
acting as my own physician
really getting better
all the time