Does it fit inside the frame?
All the pain and all the hurt
And though I can not make it better
I can tell you what it's worth
It's everyday, the same, in a constant loop inside my brain
Is it all the same
Checking in and checking out, forever stuck in a door frame
So I'll scare myself to sleep, so I can catch myself in a Fever Dream,
You're not sorting me out, need you to sort me out
Well I think back to what I seen,
I was far too young at 17 for it all
You're not sorting me out, need you to sort me out.
Years later from then, and I don't need anything when I get outta bed
I'll always have same thoughts in my head, from when I was younger,
(I'm starting to wonder)
Can you take this mind to a place and time where it all works out in the end
So I can spend, these days away with you
Well I can't wait, for the world to spin around me
I'll take what's mine but give it all to you
I'll scare myself to sleep
Need you to sort me, need you to sort me out