i Don't Wanna Talk, I Wanna Rot

[Verse 1]
Wake up, same stain on the ceiling
Ashtray mountain on the desk by the bed
Phone full of names I’ve been leaving
On read, on read, let it all go dead
Mom call twice, I just watch it ring
Friends at the door, I pretend I’m asleep
Curtains closed on a Saturday spring
While the mold in the corner grow deep
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna rot
Let the walls peel, let my body soft-spot
Let the missed calls pile in a knot
Let it all spoil in the room I got
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna rot
Let the days drip, let the clock hands stop
Let my face fade right out the shot
If you really love me, then just let me rot (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Food in the fridge turned science project
Can’t throw it out, that’d mean I still care
Sink full of cups, that’s a progress protest
Walk past the mirror like nobody there
Notes in my phone like “I’ll change next week”
Next week came, then it came again
Every little plan feel paper-thin cheap
So I dig my own hole and I call it a den (uh)
[Chorus]
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna rot
Let the walls peel, let my body soft-spot
Let the missed calls pile in a knot
Let it all spoil in the room I got
I don’t wanna talk, I wanna rot
Let the days drip, let the clock hands stop
Let my face fade right out the shot
If you really love me, then just let me rot (let me rot)

rap, Moody trap-rap beat at 132 BPM, detuned bells and eerie pads over a sparse, booming low end. Male vocals, close and dry in the verse, chorus drenched in short, dark reverb. Subtle pitched-down ad-lib layer and distant choir stabs in the hook; drums grow heavier on last chorus, then strip back to just bass and bells for the outro feel., hip hop