Curb Song

What are you waiting for?
Say it!
Ask me - Ask me why I'm sitting here
On this curb in the suburbs.
Truth is I'm loaded
Sugar-coated
Here's proof, did I go
Did I take drugs?
Slug beer straight from the the bottle?
Eight shots and counting?
No -
It's simpler than that.
I'll own this front door is my own
Grown strong never wanting nor asking around
Sit down on the curb, on the ground,
Cry or frown you can't get round the fact,
And here's the thing -
My home is right there but I can't go in.

Hopeful.