Possibilities

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?