Little Army

(album: Little Army - 2017)

I had a bucket full of tortured souls
I dumped it out into the middle of the road
A little army that I call my own
Their little hearts are what kept me afloat
And they marched
They only answer to the cold, cold heart

Well, I don't give a shit
Don't want to hear about it
Your defeat is to the core
The truth is, you make me sick
I don't care about it
Not a single bit
You won't lift a finger to get your shit out of this
Now what the fuck can I do? What the fuck can I say?
And I won't hesitate to leave you here where I found you

You only answer to the cold, cold heart
Well, let me remind you
There's nothing to take
Well, leave it behind you
'Cause everything's changed
And don't come calling
Don't come looking for me
'Less you stop at the last house
Last house on the street
You only answer to the cold, cold heart

Well, I don't give a shit
Don't want to think about it
Your defeat is to the core
You're like a sinking ship
I can't begin to explain
You'd miss it anyway
And I will not hesitate to leave you here where I found you

You'll only answer to the cold, cold heart
Well, let me remind you
There's no other way
And let me just point out
How everything's changed
I cut the whole world loose
I just walked away
And that army, it marched on
And it still marches today

Sucked up everything inside the room
The light and hope, you tried to take that, too
A little army that I call my own
Those little demons that were far from home

Well, let me remind you
There's nothing to take
And let me remind you
How everything's changed
And don't come calling
Don't come looking for me
Unless you stop at the last house
Last house on the street
You only answer to the cold, cold heart