"Insensitive" by Jan Arden
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, the 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 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.
And I'd give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You're the closest to heaven, that I'll ever be
And I don't wanna go home right now.
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Sooner or later it's over
I just don't want to miss you tonight.
And I don't want the world to see me
I just don't think that they'd understand
Everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am.
And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive....
"Sister's Keeper" - Madison Greene
I know this girl, her name is Kansas
her eyes resemble Cain's
her eyes remind me of alley bars, the trashy talk,
and prostitutes who raise their kids on cigarettes
I think her middle name is broken on the sidewalk
she has had three or four abortions
she looks into the mirror staring through her own
she tries to tell herself and keep her mind from drifting
she catches my glance fro the back of the pavement park
but I have no drug to buy her with...besides
I am not my sister's keeper, and I refuse to grant her comfort
Kansas shuts her eyes and resolves to withdraw her barren soul from no one
I am not the one to blame for this, I am not in blame for her
Kansas tells me of her demons
their names are Jonas and Cantel
they keep her company when no one else is home and they fill her head with raping lies,
and feasting
she lies on her back outside the city hall gate
she is screaming out to nothing
but don't we have petty demons?
and I justify her to hell...
and I know that Jesus wept for her
and I know I should show her how
if I am not my sister's keeper
who am I
and how?
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