Pressed Flowers Jack Stauber

[Verse 1]
Take back afternoon
I want to see you soon
I'm all dry
(Dry, dry, dry, woo)
So long, cokehead fiend
I am the scattered dream
The lies are split on your direction-ection-ection-ection
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[Chorus 1]
Nothing more than feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling good, feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling like you never could, never could, never could
Never could, never could, never could, never could
Nothing more than feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling good, feeling good, feeling good, feeling good
Feeling like you never could, never could, never could
Never could, never could, never could, never could

[Verse 2]
So, what does it mean?
A new and dying scene?
A vice on a wall for you to lean?
(Lean, lean, lean, ah-ooh)
I won't try to be prophetic
But I won't call your paramedic
Go have fun