For What It's Worth

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Muddy coals and it's just turned July
The air smells of firebombs and whiskey lullabies
N' I've been driving fucking miles just to get here
So I wouldn't feel alone
But I'd rather be alone

No one will miss me
No one will notice
No one will say anything I haven't learned
Fuck the car, fuck the money, fuck the job
For what it's worth
I'm never coming back

Forty-five shots and seven pills popped
My lips keep twitching and they feel as if they're numb
Yeah I'm trying to find a lady, somewhere in Nevada
So I wouldn't feel alone
But I'd rather be alone

She tried to kiss me
She tried to go there
She tried to do things I said I'd never done
I let her in I let her out I bought her love
For what it's worth
I think I'm coming back

My lungs feel as if they're filled with cement
Shadowbox cinderblocks and break my hands
Well I don't have the faintest clue
But I need to be alone with a girl I never knew

The stench of wet leaves and August rolling in
I need to find a place I can settle down

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from Hey Sorry I'm a Mess, released March 25, 2018

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Cigarettes and Milk Portland, Oregon

Everyone says my moniker is gross. Cigarettes and Milk is the factual and fictitious project of Waldo Przekop. Which is me. Stories of a kid who hates the system of oppression put in place by a capitalist society. Songs of my deepest internal grief and anxiety. I am emotional, almost none of my music is happy. I am a lo-fidelity musician and I am folk out of the gutter. A blueberry farmer too. ... more

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