I sometimes play music to help me sleep. I was thinking to myself, "Sleeping with Mitski again. Wait. No." If I ever so much as touched her I'm pretty sure I'd probably either melt into a puddle or vaporize into a cloud of dust.
Damn, she took down the white "My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars" tee, I was like a day away from buying it :(
This morning it dawned on me that "Pink in the Night" really sounds like a Strangeways era Smiths song.