Me and my big ideas
Won’t wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I’m not that kind
Go get a volunteer
We’ll pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind
It’s a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drag its feet
I wish we’d both been more discret
Like light that it caught between night and day
You’re stuck between me and my
Me and my big ideas
Won’t wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I’m not that kind
Well they love you when you’re weak
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
It’s that thing we call control
There’s a deep frustration
Black thoughts
That are stuck between someone’s ears
Like me and my big idea
So many strings to your bow
Why not let one go
In a way this dream is over
Blown away our four leaf clover
There’s no reason why
There’s just me and my
Me and my big ideas
Won’t wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I’m not that kind