Becoming a Man in Your Arms

So much time I went searching for your love. I drank myself hollow,

drunk and lost from loving you too much. I remember,

I was just a boy back then. I skipped school every morning,

couldn't last six hours without seeing you again. Always together,

my feelings kept growing strong, till one day you stated, "I

like real men. Boys don't last long." And right there, you broke my

future in a lonely cantina light. I traded marbles from my childhood

for glasses filled with wine. Goddamn the anger I felt toward myself,