And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult. We were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric and everybody knew it. When he walked in every woman’s head turned, everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way I understood him and I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him. And I still love him. I love him.

Be us against the world.

[…] but upon an unfortunate series of events, saw the dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again, sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom is.

When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. But there’s no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lie your head.

I was always an unusual man, my mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said that I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying, because I was born to be the other man. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone, who had nothing, who wanted everything with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me.

Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people and finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore, except to make our lives a work of art.

Live fast, die young, be wild
and have fun.

I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever: I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself, I ride. I just ride.

Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you’re free to experience them? I have.

I am fucking crazy, but I am free.

I know you will, I know you will.
I know that you will.

I wanna be a bottle blonde,
I don’t know why but I feel conned.
I wanna be an idle teen,
I wish I hadn’t been so clean.
I wanna stay inside all day,
I want the world to go away.
I want blood, guts, and chocolate cake.
I wanna be a real fake.

I wish I’d been a teen, teen idle.
Wish I’d been a prom queen,
fighting for the title.
Instead of being sixteen,
I’m burning up a bible,
feeling super! super! super! suicidal.

The wasted years, the wasted youth.
The pretty lies, the ugly truth.
And the day has come where I have died
only to find, I’ve come alive.

I wanna be a virgin pure,
a 21st century whore.
I want back my virginity,
so I can feel infinity.
I wanna drink until I ache.
I wanna make a big mistake.
I want blood, guts, and angel cake.
I’m gonna puke it anyway.

I wish I wasn’t such a narcissist.
I wish I didn’t really kiss the mirror when I’m on my own.
Oh God, I’m gonna die alone.
Adolescence didn’t make sense.
A little loss of innocence, the ugly years of being a fool.
Ain’t youth meant to be beautiful?