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, wary 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
And 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
It's the memories
that we shared
that make me turn red
Surprise, surprise, surprise
S'crazy I know, places I go
make me feel so tired
And I can see how
people look down.
Ifm 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
And whoever
would have thought
The books that you bought
were all I loved you for
And 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 terrible
Which makes me
smile inside
So I cynically, cynically
say the world is that way.
Surprise, surprise, surprise
Oh, here's where
the story ends
Oh, here's where
the story ends