My name is Billie, And im freaking out
I thought before I was
And I can't get it figured out
I sit alone with my thoughts and prayers
Screaming my memories
As if I was never there
Standing at the edge of the world
Its giving me the chills
Looking down the edge of the world
Lost in a tangle
Its freaking me out
Burning lights and Blackouts
From the edge of the world
From the edge of the world
Im like a punk rocker on labor day
How the hell did I work so hard
To be born this way?
I never learned to read or write so well
But I can play the guitar
Until it hurts like hell
Standing at the edge of the world
Its giving me the chills
Looking down the edge of the world
Lost in a tangle
Its freaking me out
Burning lights and Blackouts
From the edge of the world
From the edge of the world
If this is what you call the good life
I want a better way to die
If this is what you call the good life
I want a better way to die
Oh, I dont wanna think about tomorrow
Dont wanna think about this road
It doesnt matter anyway
Oh I, I wanna start a revolution
I wanna hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
I want a new conspiricy
And the silence of a thousand cries
So hurry up
I want a better way to die
Im running late to Somewhere Now
I dont want to be
Where the future and promises
Ain't what it used to be
I never wanted to compromise
Or bargain with my soul
How did life on the wild side
Ever get so full
Somewhere now
Dont wanna think about tomorrow
Dont wanna think about the road
It doesn't matter anyway
Oh I, I wanna start a revolution
I wanna hear it on my radio
I'll put it off another day
Oh I, don't wanna think about tomorrow!
Don't wanna think about the road
It doesn't matter anyway
Oh I, I want to start a revolution
I want to hear my on the radio
And put it off another day