Songtexte Bled White - 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 he's trashed 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 a dream was just a waste of time)
'Cause I'll have to be high to track the sunset down
And paint this paling 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 peace of mind)
While I'm balancing my past
(Don't complicate my peace of mind)
'Cause you can't help but hurt me
(Faith in me, baby's 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