Boy - Thomas Oliver

I was fifteen years old when I first ran away from home

I had six beers inside me, a skateboard, and one set of clothes

I was never gonna last long 'cause, hell, I was just a boy

Now I’m older and I’m drunker and I still skateboard

Which day did I become a man?

Was it the first that time I ran?

I was sixteen years old when I first loved a girl

I still remember what it felt like and just how much it hurt

When I couldn’t make her want me, no matter how close we were

I don’t seem to get hurt anymore;

maybe that’s because of her

What made me into a man?

Was it love I couldn’t have?

Which day did I become a man?

Have I ever even changed?

'Cause I still feel the same

Maybe manhood’s just a simple numbers game

I was nineteen years old when I first got my face kicked in

They rolled me and they stole my things and left me on the road

I was just a little different inside me, from that day on

And, though I don’t like to admit it, now I don’t take shit from anyone

Was I turned into a man?

By cold bare-knuckled hands?

Which day did I become a man?

Could I write it on my hand?

Is it something that somebody planned?

Which day did I become a man?