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 that's 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 to see this winning streak It's that thing we call control There's a deep frustration in my soul Black thoughts, they get stuck between someone's ears Like me and my big ideas 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
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 that's 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 to see this winning streak It's that thing we call control There's a deep frustration in my soul Black thoughts, they get stuck between someone's ears Like me and my big ideas 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
