Greater Than (>) - Sharpless

we still need a warrior for dreams

keep the monsters in the closet

keep the thread inside the seam

and we still need

a saint for all our sins

keep our ribcage around our lungs

so our hearts can’t let us in

and when our hearts

begin to feel cold

we’ll just crease around the edges into

patterns we can fold

just to keep

from feeling like we’re old

we have gotten so old

we have gotten so old

eventually our hearts can’t seem to bear

all the folding and the molding

and the wear and the tear

and they start to rip

as we start to die

and we know that there is nothing we can do

but admit that we’re scared of changing

and some things just are better not to keep inside

a thousand paper cranes

is that all it would take

to wish

to change everything

back to the way it was before?

my friends have grown and gone

they think that they’re adults

but they know they’re wrong

they’re not that strong

i’m not that strong

could it be the rings around my soul

and the lives that i have lived

and the stories i have told or

could it be the nectar in my veins

that can help me understand

everything in my brain

i said

the same things that

i can’t explain are the

same things that

keep me insane because i

can’t bear the

can’t bear the weight on my own

«but jack you know the pain

of something that can never be explained

is the same pain that makes a person grow»

but times are moving fast

how come my thoughts are stuck inside the past

every time that i wake up feeling new

i say «my friends i know it’s true

i wouldn’t be the same if it weren’t for you.

and can i try to change again, to grow up into something greater than?»

i’m greater than