E​-​EP

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released June 6, 2015

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Track Name: Coming On Strong
Fight as I do I really couldn't tell if I was coming on strong. Fire and ice have met us at the river bend and taken aim at the hull.
Track Name: Cracked Screens
Watch it, don't lose your head to the Cracked Screens
Screaming up, screaming up, creepin' in from future seas.
Try not to mind the endless things that you may be missing,
All them lovers, licking kissing, All the pressure,
Tinder swiping out the flames we used to light with the moon.

So baby, get yourself a helmet before your head gets wrapped on a pole.
Cause you're gonna need something a little harder to survive this fall.

I saw you on my bus in the corner of my feed
Passing private desires on an incognito dream.

So baby, you'd better get on home before your head is wrapped on a pole.
Cause there's nothing worse that drooling on a stranger
You don't have the balls to speak to at all.

Wouldn't it be a shame. Wouldn't it be.

Wouldn't it be a damn shame if you'd come to proclaim
All that you know, but you choked.

I can't block you from seeing everything.
Don't want to give up on believing.
You've dropped that phone too many times.
It's not coming alive, not again.

I wouldn't mind driving headfirst into a wall.
Not gonna lie to you, all fools want it all.
You know that there's not answer to the
Bat-shit crazy dribble dribbling out of my mind.

Wouldn't it be a shame. Wouldn't it be.

Wouldn't it be a damn shame if you'd come to proclaim
All that you know, but you choked.

I can't block you from seeing everything.
Don't want to give up on believing.
You've dropped that phone too many times.
It's not coming alive, not again.