ME AND MY BIG IDEAS

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 drags it's feet
I wish we'd both been more discreet

Like light that is caught between night and day
You're stuck between me and my...Me and my big ideas
Won't wash away your tears

So many strings to your bow
Why not let one goWell they love you when you're weak
But they hate to see this winning streak
It's that thing they call control
There's a deep frustration in their soul

Black thoughts that get stuck between someone's ears
Like me and my big ideas

So many strings to your bow
Why not let one goIn a way this dream is over
Blown away our four-leaf clover
There's no reason whyThere'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