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

If anyone needs a crutch

Then I need a wheelchair

I need a reason to reason with you

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