Roger Ebert

Burning House EP, 2017

Written by Graci Phillips

Roger Ebert’s dead, wax sentimental

Like I was his friend

Tricking myself in, to feeling something

For someone that I’ve never met

Well I know that I can be anything but honest

And I know quite simply that I’m no good with a promise

And I think I’m obsessed, with my own profoundness

Are you impressed

That I, I can’t be told, I need control

And It goes the same

Well I react, then counter act, and then attack

But I’m attacking my own brain

It gets cold in here

When the only warmth are my pretentious words

floating through the atmosphere, ah-ah-ah

Well I am not even half as smart as I would like for you to think

So have another drink, and I’ll sound smarter by the second

and I am not as up to date on world events as I lead on

But I can write a song, I guess that’s good enough for me

Roger Ebert’s dead, why do I care, I don’t but thats what I want you to think 

I was not his friend, he reviewed movies, and that is where my knowledge ends

And I know that I can be anything but honest

And I know quite simply that I’m no good with a promise

And I think I’m obsessed, with my own profoundness

Are you impressed

That I, I can’t be told, I need control

It gets lonely here 

when the devil on my shoulder kicks the angel off my ego starts to cheer

And it goes the same, while I’m stepping over other peoples heads

Trying to lift up my own name, ah-ah-ah

Well I call him my ego, but it’s really just me

Being the kind of person that I never want to be

And I struggle with these things because my body’s made of flesh

And I pray to God someday it will be made of something less

And I know I can be anything but honest

Cause I need for you to think that I’m some kind of a goddess

And I am insecure, this I know for sure

Is there something more for me