It's My Day at Last

It’s my day at last
In a half-sunny draft
I’m writing
starvin’ faces

I’m hugging cliches/platitudes
The second end of the world (in)
theory
theory record (now)

Now, when I’m about to reveal
Here the stroke of words binds me
here cliche/platitudes
life howls

It’s my day at last
Without lies I don’t exist

It’s my day at last
Nothing could be real

It’s my day at last
in a half-sunny draft
I write
starvin’ faces

I’m hugging cliches/platitudes
The second end of the world (in)
theory
theory record (now)

Now, when I’m about to reveal
Here the stroke of words binds me
Here platitudes