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
And I can see how, people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Oh, here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And I never should've said
The books that you read
Were all I love 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 turn red
Surprise surprise suprise
Crazy I know, places I go
Make me feel so tired
And I can see how people look down
I'm on the outside
Here's where the story ends
Oh here's where the story ends
It's that little souvenir of a terrible year
Which makes my eyes feel sore
And whoever would have thought
The books that you bought
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 terrible year
Which makes me smile inside
So I cynically cynically say, the world is that way
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Oh here's where the story ends