dust on this tired old street / mark corners where we used to play / dust trace our tired old feet / in circles as we pace our time away / i just want to die anywhere else / if only i could die anywhere else / come with me / lets die anywhere else / anywhere… just not here / stuck on this dead end street / where all the new kids come to play / stuck where past and future meet / watching all our autumns drift away
independent. private. selective. beatrice “bea” santello from night in the woods written by kayla
est. 3/26/17 & revamped 1/30/18












