Pardon Me

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
Excuse and pardon Me
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
Excuse and pardon Me
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
They just don't seem to go together
Excuse and pardon Me