In Remission

I've got a winning lotto ticket From the state of Massachusetts Tucked in the back of my wallet, I'll cash it when I'm back in Boston With a blank eye from the cashier For why it's torn and busted up I remember that moment of silence I was at a mall in Norridge Shoppers stared at the ground The escalators went on smoke break So at 19, 18, you've yet to see the worst Of human tactic Maybe the future's just a little bit weird Maybe the god you love is all I've gotta fear Life's a terminal illness in remission So I took the weight of it all After our train came back We drove back drunk through the busy city streets I hate how I always get nervous Every time I try to speak In front of a big crowd, A pretty girl, or the police And I hate the things that I know about you And all of the horrible things that you do I don't wanna be late for a war today I wanna chew up my dinner and spit it in your face Light fire to your home And tap your cellphone Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah (Pause) If anyone needs a crutch Then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you (Pause) Oh yeah Oh yeah, yeah yeah Oh yeah If anyone needs a crutch Then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you