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
Because he is that kind
He will see inside your mind
The shadows crack and start to creep
Like light that it caught between night and day It's a southern kind of heat
Conversation drag its feet
I wish we'd both been more discret
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 Bet they hate you to see this winning streak
Well they love you when you're weak
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 just me and my
There's no reason why
Me and my big ideas Won't wash away your tears
That I'm not that kindNo one else seems to mind.
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