There once was a movie where a mommy hated them. They can be made of plastic and of me. Birds sit on me but we are two different things. Back in there ninetys a lime was placed in front of me and you ripped music all day What am I

I'm on the far right, and on the far left. Look either way, and I've moved farther away. No matter your center, I'm at the edge of your gaze

I have a throat but I cannot speak, you feed me as I get weak. My fever rises as the day gets bleak, you are by my side, you dusty little freak.

Where your car can be stored, and what your car may travel on

I was the magic in your small hand, The hero of your make-believe land. I woke when you dreamed and flew when you ran, The very first friend where your story began.