Picket Fences

I took a poll of white picket fences And all the people with social senses Living lives of opportunity And those who spent a couple nights on old park benches Like a throne of their own invention 'Cause God, it feels good to be so naive While the pessimist's love is passed around like an audible drug 'Til it's out and it's never enough, just a mediocre masterpiece Though my lies are rarely honest just like an alcohol proof promise From a camera shy celebrity, I'll be who I pretend to be Even though they said I was a rebel I was saying amen with the Devil And grace wasn't amazing enough for me And when I get to Heaven I will praise him Though I may live in the basement Because even in God's wildest dreams he never thought he'd see me I don't need your classrooms full of white collar lectures Don't need a house for the architecture I'm not the kind of boy your parents want you to see Though I could probably court you into a pretty picture With a clip on tie while I'm quoting scripture But that's just about as much fun as it seems So call me Mr. Never Enough I guess music was an audible drug But one I'd never want to give up though I'm a couple notes from the brink And I may be too gone to make a promise But at least this bottle makes me honest Though my imagination had one too many drinks and it doesn't care just what I think Even though they said I was a rebel I was saying amen with the Devil And grace wasn't amazing enough for me And when I get to Heaven I will praise him Though I may live in the basement Because even in God's wildest dreams he never thought he'd see me