(Composição: David Gavurin e Harriet Wheeler) 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 the 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
