Mascara hides the sleepless nights 
Years of abuse, the downs and highs 
A lonely drunk staggers on stage 
Weathered and worn, battered and broken, I feel my age 
Like a puppet on strings, look he strums and he sings, I feel like a cartoon 
I'm alone on the stage, I'm the man on the moon 
I'm the deer in the headlights, I'm the fish in the bowl 
I'm on automatic pilot, I am remote controlled 
Just a second guitarist, playing on the 3rd string 
I'm the disclaimer, I'm a walking routine 
I'm happily a cog, stand me up, plug me in 
Like a robot I play all the songs, with a grin 
I am Eric Melvin