bats

there are bats in your trees
a rustle in your leaves
cigarette burns are nothing
compared to this

the squeak of your lies
not a very big surprise
never expect too much again
i tell myself

there are bats in your trees
a weakness in your knees
like a magnet upside down
driving me away

the squeak of your lies
the darkness of your eyes
it tries to swallow me whole
i break free