Lyric

Error! Error! Your rulebook is outdated

Midnight LINE, suddenly “I wanna see you”

Is that a “directive” in Searle’s speech act theory?

My “brute facts” are pajamas and Netflix

They just don’t mesh with your “institutional facts”

“Men should always pay”—what era’s rule is that?

My “we-intentionality” calls for splitting the bill

Your so-called common sense? That’s absurd in our circle

In our world, that service ended long ago

Sorry, mister, no offense

I just can’t figure out how you play this game anymore

Your love is a “regulative rule,” just following a set path

Mine is a “constitutive rule,” creating the rules itself

Your speech act has no function in my new reality

All your pick-up lines? They just glitch in my OS!

Dinner with three? Just dinner, nothing more

You call it a “mixer” and grant yourself status

Searle’s “status function declaration”? Perfect sample

But that declaration only works in your head

“Trust me,” you say, but trust is an “institutional fact”

Born from consistent actions, not empty words

Your approach? Completely inefficient

No synergy with my life’s projects

Sorry, mister, no offense

I just can’t read your game rulebook anymore

My world is “diverse,” there’s no single correct path

Your binary thinking can’t handle a multiverse

We’re embracing intersectionality, you’re stuck in the old code

Goodbye, mister, we’re moving into a world of multiple solutions!

You think a piece of paper can magically become “money”

Or words automatically turn into “love”

But the “consent” we shared

Has already been updated without you

So, mister, please update your rulebook!

…Bye-bye!