Another Queue at the Coinstar

Alma is it supposed to be like this?
Loose change is weighing heavy in our pockets now
When holes form will shrug or will you shout out loud?
When we run it won't be long until we fall and graze our elbows on the pavement

David, do you find it hard to sleep that well?
We'll eat bland it heightens up our sense of smell
Tremors, you predicted gods would stamp their feet and children
They should be allowed to have wild dreams
As I count my sheep
We're not done, it won't be long till we show that we're rather special

They said nothing comes for free now we're swimming in the sea
No drama any more and your Mum's not on the phone
Shall we spend our last days in the sun drinking cheap alcohol?
It's better than being alone in a static mobile home