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Published February 2nd, 2014 at 10:00 am EST/EDT
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To read about Track 1, please visit the entry about “Cracked“.

This one is a little difficult to introduce. I’m not certain what to say about it. I could tell you that it’s yet another re-write of a poem I wrote in high school—I was quite a prolific writer in high school—but that fact is likely not especially interesting. I could go into detail about all of the ideas this song references…but some things are best left vague. Perhaps especially these things.

Just know that, in a way, it is better now.

Weekend Job
Lyrics and music by Katt McConnell

They never said it would be easy.
I guess you’ve had it harder than most.
I look at you today and see
Only potential’s ghost.
You used to be a superhero—
At least you were when I was nine—
I think that somehow despite all the bullshit,
At least one of us turned out fine.

       And though looking back is uncomfortable,
       I think finally, at least, I know why.
       Yeah, they never said it would be easy,
       But was it really that hard just to try?

               What can I be for you this week:
               A pet, a weapon, a pawn?
               Proof you’re not a total slob?
               I could appear for ego boosts,
               And otherwise stay gone—
               You tell me. I’m your weekend job.

Nothing’s opaque to a child.
I think you forgot what it was like
To feel that special kind of confusion,
That you somehow weren’t doing something right.
I know now it wasn’t my fault,
But children aren’t that unassuming.
And looking back now, it seems that, somehow,
There was always yet one more shoe looming.

       You never got it, I know—
       You still can’t quite grasp it today.
       For all your intelligence, you’re just too mulish,
       And will probably always be that way.

               What can I be for you this week:
               A pet, a weapon, a pawn?
               Proof you’re not a total slob?
               I could appear for ego boosts,
               And otherwise stay gone—
               You tell me. I’m your weekend job.

       All children will outgrow their parents,
       But this isn’t quite really the same.
       I forgive you for what you couldn’t help doing…
       But I just can’t keep playing your game.

               What can I be for you this week:
               A pet, a weapon, a pawn?
               Proof you’re not a total slob?
               I could appear for ego boosts,
               And otherwise stay gone—
               You tell me. I’m your weekend job.

               I was your weekend job.



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