Bled White - Elliott Smith

i’m a color reporter

but the city’s been bled white

and the doctor orders drinks all night to take away this curse

but it makes me feel much worse

bled white

so i wait for the f-train

and connect through a friend of mine

to a yesterdaydream

'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 while i’m balancing my past

'cos you can’t help or hurt me like it already has

i may not seem quite right

but i’m not fucked, no quite

bled white

bled white