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 lies in the details
I think that's just a phrase
Oh oh oh minutiae
Be a shame to lose ya
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 the face is just a face
But I think that's just a face
Oh oh oh minutiae
Be a shame to lose ya
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 ya
Some things are hard to swallow
More things are hard to feign
Oh minutiae
Be heavenly plain
I swear I'll pay attention, not just pleasure or pain
Minutiae