I hate it when I’m not polite
When it’s deserved it’s still not right
So I still wish you better days
Though I dislike you anyway
It doesn’t mean I can’t be courteous
I get uptight and nervous and tense
Small things tend to become immense
I’m just beginning to unwind
So if I seem to be unkind
It isn’t really me that’s talking

My head’s connected to my heart
And I just can’t pull them apart
Although they know each other well
The odds are slim that they will gel
The just don’t seem to go together

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