Complex Apology

I decided to put some words down on paper
Let my pen get some exercise, instead of my mouth
Which, apparently doesn't seem to get along with my mind sometimes
I think some signals misfired, or maybe some crossed wires
Prohibited me from clear communication
There's this age-old conflict between what your brain thinks and what comes out of your mouth
And let's not even go there if the heart is involved, instigating everything
It seems strange to me, that these malfunctions only occur when I'm near you
Maybe it's a chemical reaction
From your pheromones of attraction,
That causes my heart and my nether regions contractions
It's such a distraction because I can only concentrate on instant satisfaction
And there's only a fraction of a second between thought and speech
Because once it's said or done, there can be no retraction
Whew! See what I be going through?
I guess my pen isn't in as good as shape as I thought
Because this explanation is long and drawn out
But now I'm at the crux of what this is about
Look, this is really, really hard for me
But I wanted to tell you…I'm sorry
Well, that wasn't as bad as I expected
Now can we have some make-up sex?