A few years ago, I was in a year-long songwriting mentorship program, and one thing they said over and over was: the real write is the rewrite. I understood it in theory. Or at least I thought I did.
For a long time, I think I took that to mean: make the lyric better. Make it sharper. Find the more interesting phrase. Make it a little more clever, a little more cheeky (maybe I’ve spent too much time with Brits), a little smarter. I liked lines that had a wink in them, lines that made me feel like, okay, that’s a writer line.
But lately, I keep wondering if I’ve been chasing the wrong kind of “better.”
I think part of what has changed is the whole ecosystem around me. Not just one course or one book, but all of it: the reading, the analysis, the writing cohorts, the table reads, the libretto work, the musical-theatre songwriting classes. Those questions are in my head all the time now: What does the character want? What are they not saying? What changes if they finally say it?
And I guess that has started to change how I hear pop lyrics too. Not because I want to strip everything down until it is generic. I don’t. But I am becoming more aware of what the poetic line is actually doing inside the song.
Because I have always been drawn to the slightly obscure. Growing up around Sarah McLachlan and Tori Amos probably did something to my ear. I fell in love with lyrics that were not always literal on first listen, lyrics that felt atmospheric, symbolic, strange, feminine, private, a little haunted. I liked when a line did not give itself away too quickly.
And I still love that.
I do not want to lose the poetic part of myself. I do not want to flatten everything into something generic just because it is easier to understand. But I am learning that obscure only works when it is anchored to emotional truth.
That is where theatre has been quietly rearranging my instincts.
I don’t think I want to choose between poetic and clear. I think I am trying to learn when the poetic is actually serving the song, and when it is just standing there looking like a pretty “pick me” girl.
That is what I started noticing while working on “Beautiful Mistake.”
There was an earlier version of the pre-chorus that went:
These feelings get louder
My head cuts in line
’Cause one moment can change everything.
A few hours later, I threw on my shoes and gave my brain a reset as I walked around the block. This is my typical go-to when I can’t tell if I trust my opinion of my work anymore. I need to stop staring at words on the page so I can actually hear them. The ideas had been sitting somewhere in the back of my mind, doing whatever ideas do when we finally leave them alone.
When I came back to the song, I realized something.
The line was clever.
My head cuts in line
I still think it’s clever. It captures something true about me: the way I can be feeling something intensely while also analyzing it in real time. My head absolutely does cut in line.
But clever isn’t enough.
What about inevitable?
The first version encapsulated a clever idea, but it didn’t feel like a heart-to-heart. It sounded like something I might write after analyzing the feeling, not something I would say while sitting across from a friend or therapist, trying to explain why I couldn’t trust myself with it.
The rewrite felt closer:
My heart would betray me
If I let it lead
Oh, one moment can cross every line…
This one made all the difference. The first version talked about the conflict. The rewrite put me in the room with it.
And maybe that is the theatre lesson sneaking into my pop writing: the line has to belong to the person singing it, not just to the writer who thought of it.
In “Beautiful Mistake,” a song I have been working on, the singer is not simply sad. She is making a choice. She is holding something back because she understands what acting on it could cost. The song was inspired by People We Meet on Vacation, a movie my daughter raved about until I finally watched it, but what stayed with me wasn’t just the romance. It was the almost aspect of it. This is a song about restraint and the feeling that one choice could change the shape of everything.
That is drama, even in a pop song.
I think that is the biggest thing this whole ecosystem is teaching me: a lyric has to do something. It cannot just decorate the emotion. It has to carry the pressure of the moment.
The chorus became the place where the song finally told me what it was really about:
Somebody’s gonna see you
Like I never had to try-to
When they love you without leaving
I’ll learn to be alright
That line, “when they love you without leaving,” is where I understood the wound.
This is not a song about not loving someone. It is about loving someone enough to know that wanting them does not automatically give you permission to step closer. It is about the ache of seeing someone clearly and still understanding that your love, if acted on, might ask too much of both of you. It is about wanting them to be loved without absence attached to it. Wanting them to be seen, even if you are not the person who gets to stay.
And that is why the rewrite matters.
I think the first draft often finds the feeling. The rewrite is where I start to find the truth underneath it.
I still love poetic writing. I probably always will. But I am learning that poetry in a song has to earn its place. It has to belong to the voice, the pressure, the moment. Otherwise, it is just pretty.
And I want more than pretty.
I want the line that connects, the line that earns its place, the line that feels like the singer had no other choice but to sing it.
Since this blog is also a place where I share my work, I’m including the full lyric below, not as something finished beyond revision forever, but as a snapshot of where the song is now, and what this particular rewrite taught me.
Beautiful Mistake
Words and Music by Rachel A R Shaw
I won’t rush a feeling
That still has no name
We both know what it’s costing
To keep us this way
I can’t cross the distance
’Cause I’d wanna stay
So these miles decide
How this ends
My heart would betray me
If I let it lead
Oh, one moment can cross every line…
Somebody’s gonna see you
Like I never had to try-to
When they love you without leaving
I’ll learn to be alright
These miles never close
And I hate how much they stay
But the distance keeps us from breaking…
Something so beautiful
So you’ll never be
No, you’ll never be
My beautiful mistake
The world spins me sideways
And I feel it all too fast
One look from you
And I’m a house made of glass
Writing out your name
But I could never click send
I can’t move any closer
To something that ends
I sit in this feeling
Until it runs clear
Some things hit like love, even from here
Somebody’s gonna see you
Like I never had to try-to
When they love you without leaving
I’ll learn to be alright
These miles never close
And I hate how much they stay
But the distance keeps us from breaking…
Something so beautiful
So you’ll never be
No, you’ll never be
My beautiful mistake
Some doors don’t close gently
Some hearts don’t halfway break
And I know enough to know
Just how much I can’t take
Don’t ask me if I’m fine
I’m just better at goodbye
You’ll never be
No, you’ll never be
No, you’ll never ever be…
My beautiful mistake
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Inspired by People We Meet on Vacation