Original lyrics

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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 (oh, oh-oh-oh) If you let me finish a sentence and Then we can Bump our heads and drink some wine (wine, wine, wine) Fight over semantics And handpick which hill you're willing to die on Until the next time (oh, oh-oh-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 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 (wine, wine, 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 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' To drink cocktails with your pinky up And I'm tired of believing 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 winning in yours 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 (wine, wine, 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