Dear diary
Seasonal allergies
The trees are heavily fornicating
Dear diary
Swimming and fish and sea weed
It's never too dark to see
And my hair's been growing
They say the devil lays in the details
I think that's just a phrase
Oh oh oh minutiae
Be a shame to lose you
Not all good things
Are overrated
Oh minutiae
Be heavenly plain
Not all good things
Are named after saints
Dear diary
It's crunchy beneath my feet
Funny looking oak leaves
Like a kid's drawing
Dear diary
The cold made a tapestry
There's snowflakes and cornflakes
And a giggling wind
They say a phase is just a phase
But I think that's just a phase
Oh oh oh minutiae
Be a shame to lose you
Not all good things
Are motivated
Oh minutiae
Be heavenly plain
Not all good things
Are named after saints
Oh minutiae
Be a shame to confuse you
Some things are hard to swallow
More things are hard to feign
Oh oh oh minutiae
Be heavenly plain
I swear I'll pay attention
Not just pleasure or pain
Minutiae
