Bled White

Bled White - Elliott Smith I'm a color reporter (gross city on the 409) but the city's been bled white (white city on the yellow line) and the doctor orders (drinking til destruction 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 yesterday dream (yesterday dream is just a waste of time) 'cos 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 'cos he knows I feel the same 'cos happy and sad come in quick succession i'm never going to become what you became don't you dare disturb me (dont complicate my piece of mind) while i'm balancing my past (dont complicate my piece of mind) 'cos you can't help or hurt me (fading me baby is 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