I is for Insensitive

When I found out my first husband was cheating on me and my marriage/life fell apart there were many people who stepped up and helped me keep it together - my parents, first and foremost, as well as friends and family.

There was also music. America by Simon and Garfunkel, as I veered down a new path in life. You Oughta Know by Alannis Morrisette, screamed at the top of my lungs, repeatedly, until it felt like my throat was bleeding.

And Jann Arden.

Beautiful, funny, middle-aged, quirky Jann Arden, the Canadian singer-songwriter who invented angst and whose songs are an anthem for anyone suffering from acute lack of self-confidence.

It's a wonder I didn't wear out her 'Greatest Hurts' CD, that's how much I played it. I knew every song by heart, every word, every note. Through one of the hardest times in my life, Jann was there for me and I loved her fierce.

Insensitive is one of her best and it's good listening on a rainy Monday morning when you're alone with your thoughts and your bitter coffee is growing cold.






How do you cool your lips
After a summer’s kiss
How do you rid the sweat
After the body bliss
How do you turn your eyes
From the romantic glare
How do you block the sound
Of a voice you’d know anywhere

Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me
Maybe you might have some advice to give
On how to be
Insensitive
Insensitive
Insensitive

How do you numb your skin
After the warmest touch
How do you slow your blood
After the body rush
How do you free your soul
After you’ve found a friend
How do you teach your heart
It’s a crime to fall in love again

Oh, you probably won’t remember me
It’s probably ancient history
I’m one of the chosen few
Who went ahead and fell for you
I’m out of hope, I’m out of touch
I fell too fast, I feel too much
I thought that you might have
Some advice to give on how to be
Insensitive
I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes
Your casual good-byes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face
That told me
Maybe You might have some advice to give
On how to be
Insensitive
Insensitive
Insensitive



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