I hate it when Im not polite

When its deserved its still not right

So I still wish you better days

Though I dislike you anyway

It doesnt mean I cant be courteous

I get uptight and nervous and tense

Small things tend to become immense

Im just beginning to unwind

So if I seem to be unkind

It isnt really me thats talking



My heads connected to my heart

And I just cant pull them apart

Although they know each other well

The odds are slim that they will gel

The just dont seem to go together