Tears for Fears Follow

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