Supernovas

I always wanted to become a good, good boy Now I know I am not they say: "boy you're living on the moon" but I swear I am not If I could I surely would take a plane and watch the world from the bright side from the good side and make an air pocket in my cloudy mind where burning supernovas seem like dying candle lights I always wanted to become a real man now I know I am not they say "boy you should try to keep your feet down on the ground" but I swear I can not