burning house ep

 conductor doctor

Burning House EP, 2017

Written by Graci Phillips

I’ve got a feeling that this train won’t stop

That’s fine with me don’t plan on getting off

I’ve got no place to be, no, I don’t have a single thing

Conductor, doctor, give me the news

I’ve got a bad case of travelin’ blues

So I’ll pack my bags and off we’ll go 

until the tracks run out

or the engine blows

There is no distance that’s too far to travel

With every mile more of my fears unravel

There is no feeling that compares 

Sun on your face, wind in your hair

Conductor, doctor, give me the news

I’ve got a bad case of travelin’ blues

So I’ll pack my bags and off we’ll go 

until the tracks run out

or the engine blows

For miles and miles we’ll go and go

And where we stop nobody knows

I’ll close my eyes and throw the dart

And where it lands is where I’ll start

Conductor, doctor, I know what to do

I’m gonna come along with you

I’ve pack my bags and I’m ready to go

Until the tracks run out

Or the engine, the engine, the engine blows

 Little coffee shop

Burning House EP, 2017

Written by Graci Phillips

 I stole your recipe

The one that you served to me

At first it was bitter, but I've grown accustomed to the taste

I've made it all my own

Dish it out to everyone I know

So thanks for sharing it with me

Loose leaf resentment served up by the cup

I make it all myself in my little coffee shop

You wanna pour over, talk it out

But I know you'll only steam up

You want one shot to work it out

But I know we don't agree now

And I'm looking at an empty cup

But I can't be the one who fills you up

You taught me a thing or two

About this toxic brew

So pull up a chair, cause it's too good not to share

I'm just giving back what I got

So sorry my words are hot

They'll burn you up nice, and then leave you cold as ice

My little coffee shop don't get the business that it should

Everyone's complaining that my atmosphere's no good

You wanna pour over, talk it out

But I know you'll only steam up

You want one shot to work it out

But I know we don't agree now

And I'm looking at an empty cup

But I can't be the one who fills you up

Well I've been sipping on this poison 

And watching time go by

Oh, I've been sipping on this poison

And hoping you would die

I locked myself inside the cage that I made for you

I thought by punishing myself I'd be punishing you too

Now I wanna pour over, talk it out

But I know I'll only steam up

I want one shot to work it out

Even though we don't agree

You say you're looking at an empty cup

But you can't be the one who fills me up 

You can’t be the one

 it fades

Burning House EP, 2017

Written by Graci Phillips

Where did our time go
I guess, I guess, it fades, it fades
Where did your heart go
I guess, it fades the same, the same

And it breaks my will
To see your heart standing still
But you won’t budge, no I can’t move you
So I pushed and pushed til I pushed through you


Where did our love go
I guess, I guess, it fades, it fades
Where did I go, I guess
I faded too, I faded into you

And it breaks my heart
And it breaks my heart
To see our life fall apart
But you won’t budge, no I can’t move you

So I pushed and pushed til I pushed through you


Where did it start
And now where will it end
How did we fall
And can we pick back up again
The ground is splitting slowly
And we’ve taken our own sides
My hands are reaching out
But I can’t cross the great divide

When I look in your eyes
I see the words we’ve left unsaid
Our hearts are miles and miles apart
But you're just on the other side of the bed

It fades

It fades

It fades

 Burning House

Burning House EP, 2017

Written by Graci Phillips

Burning wood, the smell of smoke, theses flames are getting higher

And this house is burning down

Locked into, by words we say, rooms that we cannot escape

And it’s all coming down around us

And I don’t see a way that we can leave

Without getting burned eventually

Probably think this is all because of me

But she’s the one who started the fire

Take me, save me, pull me from this burning house

Humility’s the only thing to save us now

Take me, save me, pull me from this burning house

Humility’s the only thing to save us now

Choking on my own excuse, slowly tightening the noose

Cause, saying sorry would be too hard

I justify my selfish needs and disregard the feelings of

Anyone but me

But I know I’m not the only one to blame

You played your part like you were born for the stage

I guess they’re right, Oh they’re right when they say

That it takes two to tangle 

Take me, save me, pull me from this burning house

Humility’s the only thing to save us now

Take me, save me, pull me from this burning house

Humility’s the only thing to save us now

 You, yourself, and i

Burning House EP, 2017

Written by Graci Phillips & Katie Stump

You think you’re like an Oscar Wilde

And you got this fire burning on the tip of your tongue 

You think you’ve got the golden touch

And you’re worth too much 

To think that you could ever be wrong

Oh caught in the middle of 

A tug-o-war for your attention

But I can’t compete with your reflection

Leave me in the dark after you promise me the moon

Empty words strung up in stars 

You knew could do no harm to you

Hit me with the knives

This time I’m ready for the fight

Between you, yourself, and I

Treat your sentences like works of art

Think they’ll get you far

Earn you the attention that you love

All hail, king of California

But your reign of heartbreaks about to end now

So lose the crown, because I’m done bowing down

Leave me in the dark after you promise me the moon

Empty words strung up in stars 

You knew could do no harm to you

Hit me with the knives

This time I’m ready for the fight

Between you, yourself, and I

My head is spinning and I need some quiet, quiet

I’m done with putting up with all your lying, lying

My head is spinning and I need some quiet, quiet 

God knows I’m sick of it, cause you’re so full of shhhhh

Leave me in the dark after you promise me the moon

Empty words strung up in stars 

You knew could do no harm to you

Hit me with the knives

This time I’m ready for the fight

Between you, yourself, and I

Between you, yourself, and I

 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