Elliott SmithBled White

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 till he's trashed is just a waste of time) He 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 (yesterday a dream was just a waste of time) 'Cause I'll have to be high to track the sunset down And paint this pailing town Bled white So here he comes with a blank expression Especially for me 'cause 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 piece of mind) While I'm balancing my past (don't complicate my piece of mind) 'Cause you can't help or hurt me (the anger, being mean was just a waste of time) Like it already has, it may not seem quite right But I'm not fucked, not quite Bled white Bled white
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