The boy has got too many big ideas Well as long as Georgia stays right here Just like everyone else I feel like you just wanna save me from myself But I don't need your help I just need my cold designers I just need my flat liners With their golden chains around my throat And you just wanna save me from myself But I don't need your help I'm on my way to what I want And all you have is all I've got to call my own But didn't they say 'you won't find God So come back soon my love' Didn't they say 'go find help In yourself'