I, Melvin

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
The 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’m Eric Melvin