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
