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 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 made me turn red Surprise, surprise, surprise
Crazy I know, placed I go, make me feel so tired 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 who ever 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 a terrible year Which makes me smile inside