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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
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
Lyrics submitted by EnjOy IncUbus
Bled White Lyrics as written by Steven Paul Smith
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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Addiction. Only an addict, or ex-addict, can TRULY get every connection in Smith's songs. I guess if you've intimately known an addict, you'd get a lot of it. I hate to say it and there's a lot for other people, too. But his songs have these lines that seems either nonsensical or sometimes a little trite until- BOOM, if you struggle with addiction and he's there along with you, the meaning clicks. He needs drugs to write, he needs drugs to not be completely bored by the ugliness of 21st century urban American, he needs drugs to be happy. He's blaming everyone but himself, which Elliott surely did on purpose- made the narrator unreliable to mirror the deception and denial inherent in the addict's world. Perfect. Sorry to suggest some people will never get this music, I really think that's just like an extra layer of paint on what's already a beautiful and shiny edifice.