Time machine Lyrics

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