tired nights of manic thoughts
cut my rope with the knife i bought
fill the silence with perpetual talk
got my bed all lined in chalk
stupid feelings may come or not
i don’t care and it wont stop
4 am songs
my nerves rot
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the sieve and the sand 
I hope everyone knows that this title is cliche on purpose…
Just sayin’.
“my nerves rot”
nice line.