Things were kinda lame
But no one to blame
Can't cry over spilt beer
An Indy trip was dear
And salvaged by a stellar game
Paid for thinking about things
Not sure what else she brings
Repeating the obvious
In ways that are noxious
When she speaks, my ears ring
As injuries continue to grow
We can't block but can throw
Promising begins
But the story of the 'Fins
How about three Ls in a row?
Drama every day
Is just not OK
So stop and listen
Before you start bitchin'
This is the fucking way
Drinking from flagons
Hiding in wagons
Doomed causes
Awkward pauses
Welcome to "House of Dragons"
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