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 drinks all night

(Drinking until he's trashed is just a waste of time)

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

(Yesterdaydream was just a waste of time)

Because I'll have to be high to drag the sunset down

And paint this paling town

Bled white

So here he comes with the blank expression

Especially for me Because 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

(The anger, being mean was 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