My dreams are weird. I don't get them anymore.

I freakin miss my middle school dreams.
Stupid MCC, I hella blame you.

Dream of 1/9

Andy was in it. I was having a party at my house, but I did not go downstairs because I didn't want to. I stepped outside for a bit and saw Andy doing schoolwork outside on a bench-table thing. We were talking, I forgot about what. He then said, "What's my type? You're my type!" I scooted closer to him and I stayed there.

I want to leave this city, explore the lights. Maybe in time, you'll be by my side.