Oh Chemistree, oh chemistree,
How lovely are your beakers.
You wish your chem lab was as cool as mine.
Confirmed this fact today. When I’m talking to someone and I can’t even fake interest to humor them. Terrible.
Get me out of here.
Your lips say, “Never,” but your eyes, they speak the same as everyone else’s who came before you—they carry with them a wind that portends the future, one that strips the varnish from the slats in the deck, one that says, “I, too, can be exhausted by the burden of carrying your sadness.”
This song is not about a girl - Flume & Chet Faker
The final track from Lockjaw, Flume & Chet Faker’s collaborative EP.
Inspired by a “stress reduction kit” I saw at my preceptor’s office, I decided to draft a silly stress reduction kit of my own, one that probably is more in line with how stress can feel like sometimes for a student.