Jonathan Low - In Remission lyrics

I've got a winning lotto ticket from the state of Ma**achusetts 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 breaks Oh 1918, you've yet to see the worst of humans acting Maybe the future's just a little bit weird Maybe the God you love is all I've got to fear Life's a terminal illness in remission So I took the weight of it all out for a drink And 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 the horrible things that you do I don't want to be late for work today I want to chew up my dinner and spit in your face Light fire to your home and tap your cell phone Oh yeah! If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you If everyone needs a crutch, then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you Oh yeah! If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you If everyone needs a crutch then I need a wheelchair I need a reason to reason with you