I, Melvin

Eyeliner 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
Im alone on the stage
Im the man on the moon
Im the deer in the headlights
Im the fish in the bowl
Im on automatic pilot
I am remote controlled
The second guitarist
playing on the 3rd string
Im the disclaimer
Im a Fucking routine

Im happily a cog
stand me up plug me in
Like a robot
I play all the songs with a grin
I am Eric Melvin