For What It's Worth

from by Cigarettes and Milk



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


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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