Start of grad school: We Are Young
So let's set the world on fire, we can shine brighter than the sun.Middle of first year: It Gets Better
What have we done, oh my god. This is really happening.
You never looked so bored. Can you feel my fingernails? They've never been so short...
Yes, I know it hurts at first but it gets better.
It gets better, it gets better. It gets better, we'll get better.
Second year: One Foot
To my left there's a window.Where did I go?...
And bad ideas, but ideas nonetheless and so
I put one foot in front of the other one. (Oh oh oh!)
I don't need a new love or a new life just a better place to die.
Field exams: All Alright
(If this is your kind of humor, also see Shakira Teaches Economics.)
And it's all alright.Third year: Some Nights
I guess it's all alright.
I got nothing left inside of my chest,
But it's all alright.
What do I stand for? What do I stand for?Fourth Year: Carry On
Most nights I don't know.
If you're lost and alone, or you're sinking like a stoneFifth Year: Why am I the One
Carry on.
I think I kinda like it but I might of had too much.
(If this is your kind of humor, also see Shakira Teaches Economics.)
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