Possibilities Lyrics

I stay in bed all day I swear
Because I'm everything in there
I can't control myself
When I get up I have to choose
Someone to be and then I loose
The possibilities at hand

I keep biting that apple
So I won't have to grow a pair

And I don't like reality
Prefer to dream what I could be
I can't control myself
What we can measure, see and feel
At least with fiction it's still real
The possibilities at hand

I keep biting that apple
So I won't have to grow a pair
You can find me there

Am I fighting in the trenches?
Will I see it through
Or fade away here at HQ?

I keep biting that apple
So I won't have to grow a pair
You can find me there

Am I fighting in the trenches?
Will I see it through
Or fade away here at HQ?
Am I fighting in the trenches?
Will I see it through?
Will I slowly rot and fade away here in HQ?