Stuck in a Doorframe

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