Jonah's Oneline Drawing - My Little Relief lyrics

Fold up clothes and pack away
I'm finally here it's all too much
I'm a brick of salt and aging well

There's a wish for holding hands
Foster please peace understand
Crow up the debt and cradle

Make the deal and move through this
What you steal is what will fit
I don't want this to be hard
You don't want to

Let some kind saint hold you
It's not love now I'm just through
Let hope go, it's a crutch
Let this just be new
You've seen the way she cries

Let old aching be dust (b flat)
Little sage (a) around new doors (e flat)
Oh, there I am, there I am!

This my little relief