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
here's where the story ends
here's where the story ends
it's that little souveneir of a terrible year
which makes my eyes go sore
and whoever would have thought the books that you brought
were all I loved you for
places I know, places I go
make me feel so tired