The International Department Of Cute Lyrics

When it's slowing down, you cover up your head
So, just cut them loose or its you instead.
If its time to go, you're already late.
The black box will tell the tale of your fate.

Like a wrecking ball that still creates a mound of dust.
It's a change of scene, but they'll spit you out quick if they must.
'Cause you disappoint the only ones you'll ever trust.
But they'll promise you heaven.

You know you have lost.

And you'll never know just what a fool they made of you,
And the debts you owe, and the IOU's are overdue,
Though I love you so - they promised me heaven too.

You know you have lost.

Like a wrecking ball that still creates a mound of dust.
It's a change of scene, but they'll spit you out quick if they must.
'Cause you disappoint the only ones you'll ever trust.
But they promised you heaven


(Thanks to Jessi for these lyrics)