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