carta a mi papá

Look into your dark eyes
Why do you always wait for me like this?
Sitting in your leather chair
With a glass of wine, and I saw you

You're sitting in the upper window
Watching the grass that you never watered
I know you try hard to show me the inside
Of the broken tiles you've told me about

I want you to feel bad
For all the times you didn't show up
It hurts that I didn't inherit more
Than your last name and a keyboard

And if I come across your photos from Pucón
Or from those trips you took me on
I swear it makes me forget all this pain
That you always caused me when I was little

And you're sitting in the upper window
Watching the grass that you never watered
I know you try hard to show me the inside
Of the broken tiles you've told me about

Look into your dark eyes
Why do you always wait for me like this?