[Verse 1] Dear Questify, I have a concern There’s someone in my house who won’t wait their turn They hear one sigh from the other room And file a whole trial by lunch, with a gavel and broom They say, “She didn’t text, so she must be mad” “Missed one small deadline, your whole life’s bad” They put on a tie, they put on a pose Then cite three guesses as facts—case closed [Pre-Chorus] They’re quick with a verdict, slick with a claim They even made little nameplates with my name [Chorus] Fallacy lives here, thinks they run the place Wears my robe, talks over me, puts a smug look on their face “Obviously! Clearly! It’s always this way!” They turn one little clue into a whole dismay Fallacy lives here—no, that’s not a flex They make a mess, then call it “what happens next” I’m not throwing them out; I’m changing the rule: You can have a thought, but you don’t get to drive the mule [Verse 2] They’ve got a tiny desk and a very large stamp A corkboard of “proof” and a suspicious desk lamp One time I was late, so they yelled, “You’re unreliable!” I said, “That’s one bus.” They said, “The pattern is undeniable.” They hear, “I need some space,” and translate: “Goodbye” They see someone succeed and go, “Must be a lie” They love a two-choice menu: “Quit or be doomed!” Then act surprised when the whole room feels roomed— (No, wait. That’s not a word. Cross it out.) [Pre-Chorus] They’re not a mastermind, they’re not profound They’re a smoke alarm going off when toast is browned [Chorus] Fallacy lives here, thinks they run the place Wears my robe, talks over me, puts a smug look on their face “Obviously! Clearly! It’s always this way!” They turn one little clue into a whole dismay Fallacy lives here—no, that’s not a flex They make a mess, then call it “what happens next” I’m not throwing them out; I’m changing the rule: You can have a thought, but you don’t get to drive the mule [Bridge: Letter Read Aloud] Dear Fallacy, I know you’re trying to help. You want an answer fast. You want me ready for the worst. But you keep billing guesses as facts and charging me interest in panic. So here’s your new job: You may raise a question. You may not forge the evidence. You may sit in on the meeting. You may not be the whole committee. [Final Chorus] Fallacy lives here, but they don’t own the place I can hear the big announcement and still check what’s the case “What do I know? What am I filling in? What else could be true? Where should I begin?” Fallacy lives here—now the house has a door Ask what’s happening; affirm what’s real; choose one step forward No shame, no courtroom, no “gotcha,” no duel Just a thought in the room—and I’m still at the wheel [Outro] P.S. The desk lamp can stay. The gavel’s going in the junk drawer.
