“Insensitive” is the kind of song that grabs you by the heartstrings and tugs—gently, achingly. Performed by Canadian singer-songwriter Jann Arden, this hauntingly beautiful ballad first made waves in the mid-90s, striking a chord with anyone who’s ever felt the sting of unrequited love. What makes “Insensitive” so poignant isn’t just its melody or its lyrics—it’s the raw emotion that Arden pours into each note, making every word resonate as if it’s coming from the depths of her soul.
The song unfolds like a gentle lament to an unfeeling lover, asking how they can be so unaffected by the speaker’s deep affection. This plea is wrapped in the soft, lilting rhythms that echo the ups and downs of hope and heartbreak. The magic of “Insensitive” lies in its universal appeal—it’s a shared whisper among those who have loved and not been loved in return, making it a timeless anthem of vulnerability and emotional survival.
“Insensitive” reached impressive heights on the charts, but its real success is measured in the silent moments of connection it creates among listeners. It’s a musical shoulder to lean on, a reminder that heartache is a universal experience, and in that shared pain, there is solace.
As you listen to “Insensitive,” you might find yourself transported back to moments of your own heartache, reminded of the bittersweet beauty of loving someone who doesn’t see your worth. It’s a powerful reminder that while love can be cruel, it also makes us profoundly human.
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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 goodbyes
By the chill in your embrace
The expression on your face, told me
Maybe, you might have some advice to give
On how to be insensitive, insensitive, ooh, 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 vogue, 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
Oh, I really should have known
By the time you drove me home
By the vagueness in your eyes, your casual goodbyes
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 (how to be)
Insensitive (how to be)
Insensitive (how to be)