My father

My father used to be a sea captain. He has a compass tattooed on his arm, I got the same one.
He used to have this big belly, and he used to say that he swallowed a basketball.
When he was out on the seas, I used to imagine him as Efraim, Pippi Långstrumps father.
My father said that he couldn't swim, but that I shouldn't worry
because he's belly would float him to land.
He's got six children, so he mix up the names alot. But since I was a baby
he has always called me Lilla djuret, small animal
and he still does.

My father and I have never been close. Though my mother tells us that we were his
number one priority when we were kids.
I can't remember that far back.
He chose to play with fire and he got burned.
Years has passed, the wounds turned into scars.
Though everything we've been through, everything that has happened
I would not have wanted anyone else to be my old man.