Not Personable by Eric Wallgren Lyrics
I'm supposed to jump and click my heels
In a pasture way up on dry land
And never talk about the way I feel
Never talk to those who understand
Swimming deep in the waters where your senses merge
Who retrieve the buried gold that's neither his or hers
Who know that no one ever gets what they deserve
Who will starve with every person whittled down to their
_____last nerve
And get called
Not personable
All my friends are broke pariah vermin
Throwing vases in a marble hall
Taught to steal their keep but never learning
That they set you up to watch you fall
And you fall down on a river past the civilized
Where you can drink their wild cherry and tune out their
Lies
Be the saccharine they won't admit they despise
A sweetness in their throat that will burn out their eyes
So I am
Not personable
I'm the reason your parents had you go out for the team
They were always afraid you would grow up to be a guy
Like me
Not yielding
Not personable
I keep a hardened heart to sharpen my axe
And I've got wood chopped for a fire I will never relax
Don't try to save me when I need to be heard
I'm growing into my wings a singing negative bird
A hawk so
Not personable
In a pasture way up on dry land
And never talk about the way I feel
Never talk to those who understand
Swimming deep in the waters where your senses merge
Who retrieve the buried gold that's neither his or hers
Who know that no one ever gets what they deserve
Who will starve with every person whittled down to their
_____last nerve
And get called
Not personable
All my friends are broke pariah vermin
Throwing vases in a marble hall
Taught to steal their keep but never learning
That they set you up to watch you fall
And you fall down on a river past the civilized
Where you can drink their wild cherry and tune out their
Lies
Be the saccharine they won't admit they despise
A sweetness in their throat that will burn out their eyes
So I am
Not personable
I'm the reason your parents had you go out for the team
They were always afraid you would grow up to be a guy
Like me
Not yielding
Not personable
I keep a hardened heart to sharpen my axe
And I've got wood chopped for a fire I will never relax
Don't try to save me when I need to be heard
I'm growing into my wings a singing negative bird
A hawk so
Not personable