My mother is a Time Machine
putting ballads on my knees
always complains about my clothes
telling me don't pick you nose
I with that i could see her there
when she got ribbons in her hair
then i could go ahead and say
i know you when you old and gray
my toys they break so fast
they turn into vintage of the lost
i know then when they fall apart
i will keep them close by
yes even when they fall apart
keep them close by