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

& 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

& 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