Widows of Normandy

I'm on my sixth Civil War documentary

And I can't take anymore US history

Is it the adderall or what your leaving did to me

Would things go differently

If we, if we were 1865

Two states north of the Mason-Dixon line

Would you love me in a different time

Would you return from war to pick more fights

If I wrote four years of letters hoping you weren't gone forever

Would we grow old together

Would you treat me better

I read an article on women in '43

They left their fears at the door of the factory

I heard the interviews from widows of Normandy

Who still can't afford to sleep

If we, if we were 1945

And we've just turned that one last flag to white

Praise God that you're still alive

Would you return from war to pick more fights

If I wrote four years of letters hoping you weren't gone forever

Would we grow old together

Would you treat me better

Delusion, insanity, lost love

Life isn't a period drama

The end was the bloodshed, the trauma, the hardship

The end was enclosed in a casket

At the hand, break the bones of another man

At the foot of a God and his ugly plans

So obsessed with the past out of selfishness

If we were, if we were 1945

So convinced there's still a winning side

You wouldn't love me in a different time

You'd return from war to pick more fights

100 years of letters

War still rages on forever

So human, so untethered

You won't treat me better

You can't treat me better

Would we grow old together

Would you treat me better