Your High Horse Ain't Worth Reachin' For

Intuition is a funny thing, and so is getting face fucked for trying to be helpful, and a good person.
I've been in a lot of bad places lately, and they keys of my macbook, much like my bathtub, are becoming good and pink.
I've been thinking a lot about you, and you.
You in my dream life, and you with my ex-boyfriend.
You are both sour, shrill and exhausting.
God, I don't even know either of you.
I prefer it that way.
Anxiety gives me muscle spasms.
I'm tired, nauseous and achy.
I've needed to purge your shit anyway.