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
