setting the stage(d attempt at life)

Pumping your stomach
Finding a new truh
well, you lied
and I just can't confide
in anything you conform to
another set of standards
and I'm just trying to reinvent myself
forget the wheel
leave it to Good Year
but I'm just having a bad life
another heart that has gone corrupt
like a cop who smuggles drugs
and isn't on the narc side
a shootout
between me and your friends
this is the end
your scene has been set
The clique
The sound a trigger
and we forgot ourselves
and there's nothing to see here
the back of cop cars
and not knowing why
that is irony
and you got away
you remember everything
and for me
it's just being a part of your story
I finished mine
and now it's back to you
as always
you