All I want to do is get out of this rotten place that i call my mind. I want a super fucking expensive studio, that is my best place to work. I want it big, where I can paint on the walls however i wish and blast beautiful tunes. I want a friend, someone I can talk too when I've lost all sense of control. I want a lover, somebody who will love me for me. I want a shitty old van, where all the wonderful people I meet can join me on fantastic road trips. I want my own place to escape.