utan dig är jag, och jag mumlar att äga skägg

I’m here [without you]

and mumble to my own chin

beer mixes with my words

and flows into the larynx

…

I’m here [without you]

and try to play

cat’s cradle on my own

- it falls apart

…

I’m here [without you]

and raise my hand to my face

I straighten eyebrows with fingers

and get drunk a little bit more