Back Us Onto Dvr

I could talk about anything But not two of them at once Too many thoughts and hertz Muddled mental interference I can pick through this all To somehow try to sort them No doubt becoming distorted Confetti caught in the wind I want to be frozen in mind And burned into your screen Have you known what I meant You really knew what I mean I am dreaming without sleep You, the always sweet treat If I could back us onto DVR I would keep this on repeat