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