“Bled White” by Elliott Smith

“Don’t you dare disturb me while I’m balancing my past; cause you can’t help or hurt me, like it already has; it may not seem quite right but I’m not fucked, not quite.”

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 to distraction’s 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’s dream was just a waste of time)
Because I’d have to be high to drag 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
Because 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)
Because you can’t help or 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

Elliot Smith Became the Tragic Hero He Despised

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