John Vanderslice — Gruesome Details lyrics

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