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