Here’s Where the Story Ends The Sundays

[Verse 1]
People I know, places I go
Make me feel tongue-tied
I can see how people look down
They're on the inside

[Refrain]
Here's where the story ends

[Verse 2]
People I see, weary of me
Showing my good side
I can see how, people look down
I'm on the outside

[Refrain]
Here's where the story ends
Ooh, here's where the story ends

[Chorus]
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