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 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, 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

If you let me finish a sentence and
Then we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine
Fight over semantics
And hand pick which hill you're willing to die on
Until the next time

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
I guess we can
Argue until dinner time
You calling me batshit's
The fastest antibiotic for thinking
You're different this time

If you let me finish a sentence and
Then we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine
Fight over semantics
And hand pick which hill you're willing to die on
Until the next time
It ain't the weather for tennis

No, I don't understand going over to the neighbors
To drink cocktails with your pinky up
And I'm tired of believing that 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 winning in yours

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

If you let me finish a sentence and
Then we can
Bump our heads and drink some wine
Fight over semantics
And hand pick which hill you're willing to die on
Until the next time
It ain't the weather for tennis