[Verse 1]
I'm a seasoned apologist
For the people who I love
I'm an amateur psychologist
Key to everyone's handcuffs
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep the peace
'Cause I'm a kid of divorce
And you're the starter of wars
And there's no winning in yours
So I call to say I'm sorry, of course
But how I won't anymore
And put the ball in your court
And now
[Chorus]
If it ain't the weather for tennis then
I guess we can
Argue until dinner time
You calling me batshit's
The fastest antibiotic for thinking
You're different this time (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
If you let me finish a sentence and
Then we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine
Fight over semantics
And handpick which hill you're willing to die on
Until the next time (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
[Verse 2]
You're a mouthful of inconsistencies
No one's ever made sense of
I can know it's all insecurity
And then still take it personal
Why do I care this much?
[Chorus]
If it ain't the weather for tennis then
Guess we can argue until dinner time
You calling me batshit's
The fastest antibiotic for thinking
You're different this time (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
If you let me finish a sentence and
Then we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine
Fight over semantics
And handpick which hill you're willing to die on
Until the next time
It ain't the weather for tennis
[Bridge]
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
No, I don't understand going over to the neighbors' (Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
To drink cocktails with your pinky up
And I'm tired of believing the better will come later (Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh)
Think it's time I should rip the band-aid off
[Pre-Chorus]
But I keep the peace
'Cause I'm a kid of divorce
And you're the starter of wars
And there's no winning in yours
[Chorus]
If it ain't the weather for tennis then
Guess we can argue until dinner time
You calling me batshit's
The fastest antibiotic for thinking
You're different this time (Oh, oh-oh-oh)
If you let me finish a sentence and
Then we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine (We can bump our heads and drink)
Fight over semantics
And handpick which hill you're willing to die on
Until the next time
It ain't the weather for tennis
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
