Bled White -
by Elliott Smith
| I'm a color reporter | |
| (Rose city on the 409) | |
| But the city's been bled white | |
| (White city on the yellow line) | |
| And the doctor orders | |
| (Drinking til this trash is just a waste of time) | |
| Drinks all night, to take away this curse | |
| But it makes me feel much worse | |
| Bled white | |
| So I wait for the F-train | |
| (White city on the yellow line) | |
| And connect through a friend of mine | |
| (White city to a friend of mine) | |
| To a yesterdaydream | |
| (Yesterdaydream was just a waste of time) | |
| Cause I'll have to be high to drag the sunset down | |
| And paint this paling town | |
| Bled white | |
| So here he comes with the blank expression | |
| Especially for me Because he knows I feel the same | |
| Cause happy and sad come in quick succession | |
| I'm never going to become what you became | |
| Don't you dare disturb me | |
| (Don't complicate my peace of mind) | |
| While I'm balancing my past | |
| (Don't complicate my peace of mind) | |
| Cause you can't help or hurt me | |
| (The anger, being mean was just a waste of time) | |
| Like it already has | |
| I may not seem quite right | |
| But I'm not fucked, not quite | |
| Bled white | |
| Bled white |