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 it's 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
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