Me and my big ideas
Wont wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That Im not that kind

Go get a volunteer
Well pay him well my dear
He will see inside your mind
Because he is that kind

Its a southern kind of heat
The shadows crack and start to creep
Conversation drag its feet
I wish wed both been more discret
Like light that it caught between night and day
Youre stuck between me and my

Me and my big ideas
Wont wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That Im not that kind

Well they love you when youre weak
Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
Its that thing we call control
Theres a deep frustration
Black thoughts
That are stuck between someones 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

Theres no reason why
Theres just me and my

Me and my big ideas
Wont wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That Im not that kind