Xiu Xiu

sorry I walked away when you told me what you were
scared of the night that you turned 12trying not to
cry in front of your older brotherhe knows where I
live, he's not interestedI can't have nice things,
like a boy who stays who stays aroundwhen I needed
him the most on your walkhold your head up high and
when you watch me fallplease look back for the last timebrooklyn dodger