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 & 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