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