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 colourful 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