Me And My Big Ideas lyrics

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 discreet

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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