in the dark your skin didn t feel human it was softer wilder rougher like what we were doing you smelled like you d been working on a railcar full of roses sweating lilacs and drinking 7 and 7 s at the horse track so what is left for me now that you re gone gone gone your fingers tangled in mine were moccasin bones that made their way down my hip and found themselves a home but even when i was with you somehow i was still alone smelling lilacs and drinking like a lifer at the horse track so what is left for me now that you re gone gone gone 