Lyric 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 drag its 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