When you're looking for a beaver
everything pretends to be one
a jumping fish
a floating log
a ripple in the water
everything.
But there never are real beavers
unless you don't expect to see one.
Why
Why
Why
Why
Why an I crying
In the middle of a road stop
People are probably staring
And I know my family’s upset
What's the use of being reclusive
If you can’t be a genius
If I were the valedictorian
I could say I was concentrating on my studies
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