THIS HOUSE IS NOT MY HOME. THESE FOUR WALLS ARE NOTHING BUT A CAGE, THIS CITY IS SHALLOW AND THIS COUNTRY MAKES ME FEEL TRAPPED. THIS IS NOT MY HOME. I'M A HOSTAGE IN MY OWN HOUSE, TRAPPED WITHIN MY OWN WALLS, AND EVERY NIGHT I SCREAM TO THE STARS ABOUT BREAKING FREE AND TRAVELING AGAIN AND LIVING RECKLESS WITH NO STRINGS AND NO LIMITS. I DREAM OF NEW YORK CITY AT 2 A.M. AND SYDNEY AT 4 A.M. AND THE SUNRISE IN GREECE WHEN THE CLOCK HITS 6, AND I LONG TO BREAK FREE FROM THIS HELL. I DREAM OF ROADTRIPS IN DIRTY CARS, CRASHING EMPTY LIQUOR BOTTLES AGAINST OLD WOODEN HEADBOARDS IN ALREADY TRASHED HOTEL ROOMS, AND I DREAM OF THE ENDLESS OLIVE FIELDS IN ITALY, THE LIGHTS IN NEW YORK CITY. I DREAM OF THE WHITE BEACHES IN MONACO, THE FREEDOM IN HUNGARY. AND THATS WHAT I CRAVE. FREEDOM. I DONT NEED A PLACE TO CALL HOME. I WANT TO LAUGH AND GET DRUNK AND I DONT WANT TO REMEMBER THE BEST NIGHTS OF MY LIFE. I WANT TO RIDE THE TRAIN FOR HOURS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT WITH NO DESTINATION AND WITH NO MONEY IN MY POCKETS, I WANT TO RUN THROUGH MY FAVORITE CITIES WITH MY FAVORITE PEOPLE UNTIL MY FEET ARE NUMB AND MY LEGS ARE ON FIRE. I WANT TO BE ALIVE, FULLY ALIVE, JUST ONCE IN MY LIFE.
