The Last City - Picket Fences Lyrics

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