As the NyQuil makes my mind go hazy, Thoughts of you float in and out of my half coherence. I thought, perhaps, that my fuzzy consciousness could bring into clarity The confusion that is you. But to no avail. You- the idea of you, the thought of you, Every concept of you- Lives as a mass of confusion Somewhere between my mind and heart. Ani sings softly in the background. I listen from my cloud to see what Advice she may have for me. But Ani doesn't tell me how to read minds, Or win hearts, or even get a date. Ani doesn't tell me how to stop my heart from pounding when you are near, She doesn't tell me how not to care. How not to be affected. What Damn good are you tonight, Ani?