ELLIOTT SMITH - BLED WHITE Lyrics

I'm a color reporterBut the city's been bled whiteAnd the doctor orders drinks all night to take away this curseBut it makes me feel much worseBled whiteSo i wait for the f-trainAnd connect through a friend of mineTo a yesterdaydream'cos i'll have to be high to drag the sunset downAnd paint this paling townBled whiteSo here he comes with the blank expressionEspecially for me 'cos he knows i feel the same'cos happy and sad come in quick successionI'm never going to become what you becameDon't you dare disturb meWhile i'm balancing my past'cos you can't help or hurt meLike it already hasI may not seem quite rightBut i'm not fucked, no quiteBled whiteBled white