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