Here's Where The Story Ends

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, 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 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.
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 who 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 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, surprise.

Here's where the story ends, ooh, here's where the story ends.