Rain on my errands

Aphids in the garden

Two out with flu in the office

The Dow Jones still stalling

 

These little trivial trivial things   

Keep wearing away

Testing my patience

In my ord’nary ev’ryday

 

            Dad, you say...

            I don’t need my job at the store

            Mom, i get it...

            You call it “slumming"

            Me a salesgirl employee

            Earning my own money

            But what about what about

            Trying to understand me

 

A chip in my teacup

The same wrong number

A new parking ticket

That fly unswatted

 

These little trivial trivial things

Keep nibbling

To my dismay

Embezzling serenity

From Sunday to Saturday

 

            Dad, don’t say... I’m being unfair

            That not all things are equal 

            Mom, why do you say…

            Just leave those jobs

            For the other people

            Why can’t you see

            The way I feel is not some little

            Trivial trivial thing to me

 

If I only could

I’d take more pleasure

In my mornings melting

My afternoons amble-ing

Down to evenings stretched out

Pleasantly uneventful     

If not for these little trivial trivial things       

 

            Mom, don’t say... I’m far too young

            That I’m drifting toward

            The wrong crowd

            Dad, why do you say...

            That I just don’t get what it’s all about

 

            Why can’t you see...

            The way i feel is not some little

            Trivial trivial thing to me.

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I most certainly would

If only I could

Take more pleasure

If only I could

Take more pleasure

 

In my mornings melting

My afternoons amble-ing

Down to evenings stretched out

Pleasantly uneventful