Gotta Get The Gist

Shorebirds

In my head there's 12 dozen angry men. 
They're all talking at the same time 
and singing songs and they're skipping the chorus 
and I can't sing along. 
I'm in a state of panic. 
My head is constant static. 
15 different radios playing 15 different songs 
and they're all skipping the chorus 
and I can't sing along. 
I'm not mad, it's a panic attack. 
It's a cyclical effect. 
Depression spiraling out of control. 
It's not you I hope you know. 
They're all asking questions
and I can't hardly hear them. 
I just bark, glare or hist 
and they'll never get the gist.