Here's Where the Story Ends

People I know, places I go, make me feel tongue-tied And 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 And I can see how people look down I'm on the outside Here's where the story ends Oh, 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 And 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 whoever would've thought, the books that you bought 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" Here's where the story ends Ooh, here's where the story ends