people I know, places I go, me feel tongue-tied I can see how people look down, they're on the inside here's where the story ends people 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 which makes my eyes feel sore oh I never should have said, the books 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 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 here's where the story ends
it's 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 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 ends ooh here's where the ends