she s from before

Bleachers

I must tire myself out now
Or my bed will be tunnels and creeps
I must look right at my baby
Or the mirror will play on me

Ancient love, she s from before
Hail Mary, all the light leads to her
Good grief, no, grief is not a cure

I wanna know the one that I m named for
I want to understand this shame
I want a son named for my hometown
I want to end the mourning game

The west burns but the east will bleed
My ancestors haunt most cities and towns
So I tour to try and talk to them
Can t have these thoughts on my own

Ancient love, they re from before
They walk with me, they smile, they mourn
Good grief, no, grief is not the cure

I wanna trip back to my hometown
But I overslept because it rained
I gotta tell you it s been a lot these days
It s time to end the mourning game