Testo Boy

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?