Betty, I'm Obsessed

Grace Clements "Betty, I'm obsessed" - 1:24:21, 5.48 PM.mp3

Betty, I'm Obsessed


by Grace Clements


Written by Taylor Swift and William Bowery(2020)

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Verse 1

Betty, I won't make assumptions

About why you switched your homeroom

But, I think it's 'cause of me

Betty, one time I was riding on my skateboard

When I passed your house

It's like I couldn't breathe


Pre-Chorus

You heard the rumors from Inez

You can't believe a word she says

Most times, but this time, it was true

The worst thing that I ever did

Was what I did to you


Chorus

But if I just showed up at your party

Would you have me? Would you want me?

Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Or lead me to the garden?

In the garden, would you trust me

If I told you it was just a summer thing?

I'm only 17, I don't know anything

But I know I miss you


Verse 2

Betty, I know where it all went wrong

Your favorite song was playing

From the far side of the gym

I was nowhere to be found

I hate the crowds, you know that

Plus, I saw you dance with him


Pre-Chorus

You heard the rumors from Inez

You can't believe a word she says

Most times, but this time, it was true

The worst thing that I ever did

Was what I did to you


Chorus

But if I just showed up at your party

Would you have me? Would you want me?

Would you tell me to go fuck myself

Or lead me to the garden?

In the garden, would you trust me

If I told you it was just a summer thing?

I'm only 17, I don't know anything

But I know I miss you


Bridge

I was walking home on broken cobblestones

Just thinking of you

When she pulled up

Like a figment of my worst intentions

She said, "James, get in, let's drive"

Those days turned into nights

Slept next to her, but

I dreamt of you all summer long


Verse 3

Betty, I'm here on your doorstep

And I planned it out for weeks now

But it's finally sinking in

Betty, right now is the last time

I can dream about what happens

When you see my face again

The only thing I wanna do

Is make it up to you


Pre Chorus

So, I showed up at your party

Yeah, I showed up at your party

Yeah, I showed up at your party

Will you have me? Will you love me?

Will you kiss me on the porch in front of all your stupid friends?

If you kiss me, will it be just like I dreamed it?

Will it patch your broken wings?

I'm only 17, I don't know anything

But I know I miss you


Outro

Standing in your cardigan

Kissing in my car again

Stopped at a streetlight

You know I miss you

Inspiration: As a music therapist and self-deemed creative person, I am often thinking about, you guessed it, creativity. I was recently talking with a friend about, “When did we learn art had to be 'good' to share with others? Was it the development of our ego? Was it that one music teacher who wanted everyone to sound exactly the same? Was it our parents?”


This idea also keeps us from creating because we are worried (I AM AT LEAST!) that it won’t be good enough. If it’s not good enough then??? Then??? We just die of embarrassment, I guess.

Whoever it was, this idea has seeped into my brain like… like the new Taylor Swift album?


The idea of Wild Greens has been so refreshing and has encouraged me to share more of myself. In thinking about “obsession,” I realized I kind of missed being obsessive about music. I remember spending hours in the practice room figuring out transcriptions of drum solos, and it felt like taking a bath in someone else’s creativity. So I enjoyed spending more time than usual learning this song, becoming obsessed with it, starting to hate it, and then liking it again. So from obsession. I move to acceptance of whatever this sounds like.

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Featured in our February 2021 issue, "Obsession"