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 is 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 their soul
Black thoughts
That are 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
Me and my big ideas
Won´t wash away your tears
No one else seems to mind
That I´m not that kind