Letras
I'm a seasoned apologist
For the people who I love
I'm an amateur psychologist
Key to everyone's handcuffs
Keep the peace 'cause I'm a kid of divorce
And you're the starter of wars, and there's no winnin' 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 if it ain't the weather for tennis, then
Guess we can argue until dinner time
You callin' me batshit is the fastest antibiotic for thinkin'
You're different this time (oh)
If you let me finish a sentence, then, then, we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine (wine)
Fight over semantics
And handpick which hill you're willin' to die on until the next time (oh)
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?
If it ain't the weather for tennis, then
Guess we can argue until dinner time
You callin' me batshit is the fastest antibiotic for thinkin'
You're different this time (oh)
If you let me finish a sentence, then, then, we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine (wine)
Fight over semantics
And handpick which hill you're willin' to die on until the next time
It ain't the weather for tennis
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
I don't understand goin' over to the neighbors
To drink cocktails with your pinky up
And I'm tired of believin' the better will come later
Think it's time I should rip the band-aid off
But I keep the peace 'cause I'm a kid of divorce
And you're the starter of wars, and there's no winnin' in yours
If it ain't the weather for tennis, then
Guess we can argue until dinner time
You callin' me batshit is the fastest antibiotic for thinkin'
You're different this time (oh)
If you let me finish a sentence, then, then, we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine (wine)
Fight over semantics
And handpick which hill you're willin' to die on until the next time
It ain't the weather for tennis