Songtext Weather for tennis Hilary Duff

Weather for tennis

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
No

If it ain't the weather for tennis then, guess we can argue until dinner time
You calling me batshit is the fastest antibiotic for thinking you're different this time
Oh-oh, oh
If you let me finish a sentence then 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

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 is the fastest antibiotic for thinking you're different this time
Oh-oh, oh
If you let me finish a sentence then 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
It ain't the weather for tennis

Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I don't understand going over to the neighbor's 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 is the fastest antibiotic for thinking you're different this time
Oh-oh, oh
If you let me finish a sentence then 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