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's hope go, it's a crutch

let this just be new

you've seen the way she cries

let old achind be dust

little sage around new doors

oh, there i am, there I am!

this my little relief