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
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