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 its feet I wish we'd both been more discreet Like light thats 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 go 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 in their souls 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