people I know, places I go, make me 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 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 my eyes feel sore oh I never should have said, the books that you read were all I loved you for it's 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 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 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 but the only thing I ever really wanted to say was wrong, was wrong, was wrong
it's that little souvenir of colourful year which makes me smile inside so I 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