People I know
Places I go
Make me feel tongue tied
I can see how
People look down
They’re on the inside

Here’s where the story ends

People I see
Weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how
People look down
I’m on the outside

Here’s where the story ends
Ooh, here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir
Of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
Oh, I never should have said
The books that you read
Were all I loved you for
It’s that little souvenir
Of a terrible year
Which makes me wonder why
And it’s the memories of the shed
That make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise

Crazy, I know
Places I go
Make me feel so tired
I can see how
People look down
I’m on the outside

Oh, here’s where the story ends
Ooh, here’s where the story ends

It’s that little souvenir
Of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And who ever would’ve thought
The books that you brought
Were all I loved you for?
Oh, the devil in me said
Go down to the shed
I know where I belong
But the only thing I ever really wanted to say
Was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
It’s that little souvenir
Of a colorful year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically, cynically say
The world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise

Here’s, where the story ends
Ooh, here’s, where the story ends