Karaoké Here's Where the Story Ends The Sundays

People I know

Places I go

Make me feel tongue tied

And 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

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

And I can see how people look down

I'm on the outside

Oh 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'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

Oh here's where the story ends