On a little houseboat near the coast of dying britain, Alan hopes he finds a quiet home After data robbery you better stay well hidden So he joined a travelling commune Conny’s busy cooking, as the others would leave over all the vegetables she fished out of the trash Conny’s pissed because she’s not a cook, she is a rover she’d rather leave the oven for the dash Quinn is really trying hard to make her feel esteemed So they tell a story ‚bout their troubled past Quinn can’t bring themself to say out loud how much it means to them, that people treat them well without being asked Fortunately there’s one language everybody speaks Why live in a commune, if you can’t be a little gay So Conny feels appreciated well enough at least Alan wonders if he will fit in, some day
Few days later Alan knows each corner of the vessel and remembers everybody’s name Alan never was the person to avoid a hassle but now he learns some new rules of the game Once a day the boat commune is sitting in a circle Debates between Quinn and him are flawed Though he means it well and really doesn’t want to hurt them He only knows the pronouns he was taught Ria sits by silently, she prefers to listen The others here already speak too much To keep her tongue in check is something she has learned in prison at least she also learned to curse in dutch When everybody’s gone, Quinn needs to vent their anger That Alan doesn’t know yet to behave Ria isn’t happy, cause she heard what Conny gave them, but her anger is a mood she likes to save
When Ria goes to bed, Conny is already drowsing And Ria doesn’t want to make a fuss Half asleep, Conny murmurs how she loves their housing Ria answers with a silent cuss Early in the morning, Conny tells her all about her Tête-à-tête with Quinn the other night Conny doesn’t realize, until Ria storms out, for jealous eyes this isn’t a good sight On Deck Ria finds Alan, who cleans the dirty railing and asks her „What is bugging you today? The thing with Quinn and Conny, I thought you two were sailing So why she doesn’t keep this Quinn at bay?“ Ria screams against the wind, with a driving rage Until she throws her hands up in the air „I don’t want to keep her, if it would be one more cage, I guess it will just never feel quite fair!“
One day the last satellite, finally fell down the sky Heaven knows what angel it had crossed People think „the end is nigh“, the boat commune just wonders why, they only know their connection is lost Quinn and Ria think about how they could get their signal back They don’t get information anymore Conny is complaining all day, that she needs the internet So Quinn proposes leeching from the shore „If you would just stop leeching on to my relationship!“ Ria’s snarling and leaving the room The boat is not so big, and it’s not easy to get over it The deck is the best place to fret and fume There comes Alan to comfort her, she needs someone to nuzzle „You don’t feel like you fitting in their norms? We all are broken pieces and we still like to play puzzle What doesn’t fit here, will not be conformed.“
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