The Pull Of The Bulrushes

Are you calling me out for a past that I'd forgotten about

I suggest that you look deeper for the reasonings on how I became what I did

A regret I'll insist was directly affected by the way you'd talk about him, or him

A kid, looking back

That's how I justify it

It's the pull of the bulrushes

To get me away from this

I'm unreaching the reeds

For a way back to bliss

I used to exist for misery

Now I live for the opposite

You say you miss your family and your friends

At least you've got god

To protect you

To forget you

To pretend

Your teeth go from yellow

To black

To falling out

Which isn't much different to how it is with us now

It's the pull of the bulrushes

To get me away from this

I'm unreaching the reeds

For a way back to bliss

I used to exist for misery

Now I live for the opposite