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 your 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