Picket Fences

Duration

4:03

Genres

Alt. Rock

Lyrics

I took a poll of white picket fences And all the people with social sense 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 'Till it's out and it's never enough Just a mediocre masterpiece And though my lies are rarely honest Just like an alcohol proof promise From a camera shy celebrity At least 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 I know 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 a gateway 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