Right Into This Traffic Jam

I have issues with the sun It burns It burns so much these days It burns it hurts my face Yet I am going out now Right into this traffic jam Right when the sun is big and bright Where is dawn? What a mess I am There is no such thing as a want in me I rather tuck myself in my blankets as I wake Shut the doors Shut the window Lock it all And do nothing And that's part of the reason  I am late That's why I am going out right into this traffic jam Out to the doing of stuff Out into engaging in mundane activities For the mere chance of maybe sustaining thyself Plus some maybe surplus I put the same song on repeat As I go out right into this traffic jam I am such a miserable creature And that's why I walk around with my head down Self loathe What bravery is needed to be me everyday The worst thing is I am not so uncaring But somehow I embrace the me that I know lacks It's funny how even I am right in this traffic jam I wish to just go out And just go back home