Clipping

Pull the knot in my chest until it rots in my head I-I need a break I need a week in my bed I don't wanna speak on all the things that I've said I'ma eat my words and I'ma make my bed If I grit my teeth, would they fall out of my head? Would I roll in the rubble and all the bones I shed? Wish that I had a shovel to dig it out of myself I kept the beat in my pocket to keep my words in a shell Won't walk, I'm too scared of tripping All the noise in my head's just clipping. I Can't talk, the words went missing So don't call my phone