sometimes, we drink too. sometimes, we puke. sometimes, we pass out on the bathroom floor with our arms wrapped around the toilet. why do we do this to ourselves? maybe jane fonda?

Maybe Jane Fonda Pt. 1

Attention Deficit (demo)

come and stay
for a little while
in the place that i call home
i know it's a mess
but i don't think you
should spend the evening alone
let me cook for you
we could sit and talk all night
about days gone by
precious moments in modest lives

i don't know 
just where we stand
but i'm willing 
to take a chance on us
i can't sleep
with all the secrets
that you keep from me

we've made mistakes
in our time, but
that's if we presume
that this ain't right
if i'm not what you need
then i will let it be
but i want you to know
that you're always in my heart

i can't sleep
won't you tell me
just to help me get to sleep

A Lullaby For Modest Lives ft. Madelline Van Etten

they say that home
is where the heart is
but what if that heart
is far away?
do you find peace
within this garden of weeds and weakness
or are you waiting for the fog, like me?

don't run away from me
he said
his eyes roll from side to side
as though he's searching for some lost love
what do you see when you look at him?
a man, or the end?

he said that home
is where the heart is
but what if that heart
has gone away?
could you find peace
within this garden of weeds and weakness?
or are you just waiting for the fog
like me?

Collecting Dust

i guess i'll go out and take a walk
in the middle of the street
where the lighting is just right
is there anything that you have to say to me
before we go on with our nights
well you shake your head and smile
and of course you don't say a thing
as you dance out of my life

well i shouldn't have expected
anything more from you
you can call but i don't think i will answer
more for your sake than mine

i don't think love
is supposed to hurt this much
but i'm making it work
it's all i know, and its all i want
oh well

i really don't think i took the time
to think this through at all
and i guess that's my own fault
my friends are all gone
the drugs have worn off
and the house is growing cold
but i finally understand
you never loved me, not me at all
just the pretty words i said
and the thrill of being wrong

you see i have trouble connecting
with everyone i meet
i just thought that maybe you were special
but that changed with time

i don't think love
is supposed to hurt this much
but i'm making it work
it's all i know, and it's all i want
oh well

Oh Well

A Darling Silver Cage is a collection of songs about love, new and old. What else is there, really?

All music written, performed, and produced by David "Day" Hutchings.

Album art by Helena Tiemi
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Special thanks to the Boner Committee, the people who I send all my drafts to, who currently consist of Thomas, Matt, Koza, Lars, Helena, Jordan, Fannah, Angeline, and My Dad and Mom. Ya'll simultaneously keep me grounded and hype my ass into oblivion, and I love you all for it. Endlessly.

A Darling Silver Cage

Oh Bother

Canary

The Train Song

Personal Hell

Brave

Honeymoon

Pity Party is the first single off my upcoming project "Missed Calls", a nostalgic journey back to when people had home phones and answering machines.

eat shit
yeah, you're making me sick
i'll do what I want to
with or without you here
tough luck
i'm a miserable fuck
history dictates that won't change
oh, you wanna mean more to me
i just wanna drink til morning comes
and disappear 

wine drunk
in the bathtub again
replaying the day
and praying for perfect grace
why can't you just let this shit go man
melt into nothing
and drip on down the drain
oh, just wanna be somebody
but i am gonna drink til morning comes
and disappear

shut up
walk it off in the dark
in the morning you won't remember it anyway
cut ties
thinkin' you saw a knife
but maybe it's just the way
you've soiled your blood
oh, they're gonna leave you honey
well i am gonna drink til morning comes
and disappear

Pity Party

this is a song i wrote a long time ago and have been working on for years. it's about my first brush with death, and processing it thereafter.

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