You Made Me Feel

So typical - a battle of wits

And I've come half prepared

I know all the ropes, but haven't a hope

Of pulling you back to me

I'm losing my grip and sailing this ship

From barstool to Borstal and back

You made me feel I was born again

It's a shame I never grew up again

I'm a boy at sea

And I'm stowaway scared

Scared that my friends see

The man amongst the many

Now bottlescars are all that I have

To show to the boys back home

Who'd said that to plead was a sign of the weak

And to fight was a sign of the strong

Just fairweather words from four-letter friends

But I found out the four-letter way

You made me feel I was born again

It's a shame I never grew up again

I'm a boy at sea

And I'm stowaway scared

Scared that my friends see

The man amongst the many

And now I've swallowed my pride, I promise you I

Couldn't eat another word

I'll count to 3 then I sail to sea

I've just got to 8

When you started to say

I'll bid you farewell

I'm going, going, gone