Because It Was

I keep forgetting your face, and the haircut you got while I ran from myself, and now you've gone without a trace

Do you believe all the stories, of mice and men, of if and of when, things were alright

Did you deceive all the glory, in love and in war, in love with a whore, and you're alright

And because it was, it can't not be

And because it was, it can't not be

Did you release all the stories, of fortune and fame, of your losing game, and still it's alright

Did you conceive all the glory, of kings and of queers, of your lost years, when things were alright

And because it was, it can't not be