text: My name is Billie, and Im freaking out
  I thought, therefore I was, well I cant really figure it out
  I sit alone with my thoughts and prayers
  Scream out my memories as if I was never there
  Standing at the edge of the world
  Is giving me the chills
  But looking down the edge of the world
  Im lost in a tango, 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
  Is giving me the chills
  But looking down the edge of the world
  Im lost in a tango, 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 want to think about tomorrow
  Dont want to think about the old
  It doesnt matter anyway
  Oh, I, I wanna start a revolution
  I wanna hear it on my radio
  Ill put it off another day
  I want a new conspiracy
  And the silence of a thousand cries
  So hurry up, I want a better way to die
  Im running late to somewhere now
  That I dont want to be
  Where the future and promises
  Aint what it used to be
  I never wanted to compromise
  Or bargain with my soul
  How did a life on the wild side
  Ever get so full?
   Somewhere now
   Somewhere now
   Somewhere now
   Somewhere now
  Oh, I 
  Dont want to think about tomorrow
  Dont want to think about the old
  It doesnt matter anyway
  Oh, I 
  I wanna start a revolution
  I wanna hear it on my radio
  Ill put it off another day
  Oh, I 
  Dont want to think about tomorrow
  Dont want to think about the old
  It doesnt matter anyway
  Oh, I 
  I wanna start a revolution
  I wanna hear it on my radio
  Ill put it off another day
  
  Ah-ah, ah
  Ah-ah