people 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 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 which makes my eyes feel sore oh I never should have said, the books that you read were all I you for it's that little souvenir of a terrible year which makes me wonder why 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 story ends
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 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 so I cynically, cynically say, the world is that way surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise, surprise here's where the story ooh here's where the story ends