My childhood has been erased from the walls And replaced with pillows just for decoration And spotless carpets, with no sign of spilled drinks All the "I Love You" notes are now packed in boxes
The only way out is through the closet Where there lies an old refrigerator box Shoved far into the back and out of sight Funny how my time machine has lost its glow
On the back of the box, someone left me a note "Remember, I am a Time Machine, Kara," it said I wondered who the note was from Until I saw it was signed with my own hand.
The child is never gone until you let it slip away From the ever so gentle hold is has on your sweater Reminding you to see the world in brighter colors The colors of neon sidewalk chalk.