A man lies in his bed in a room with no door
He waits, hoping for a presence or something, anything to enter
After spending half his life searching
He still felt as blank as the ceiling at which he stared
He is alive, but feels absolutely nothing, so is he?

When he was six, he believed that the moon overhead followed him
By nine, he deciphered the illusion, trading magic for fact, no trade-backs
So this is what it's like to be an adult?
If he only knew now what he knew then

Lying sideways atop crumpled sheets and no covers
He decides to dream...Dream up a new self...For himself

cease to resist, giving my goodbye
drive my car into the ocean
you'll think i'm dead, but i sail away

Okay, I just watched ANOTHER interview with Jennifer Love Hewitt where she talks about vajazzling.

So, I have a question. And I'm not even being stupid about this. I'd actually like to know. (Jen, if you read this please email me at telk26@gmail.com with the answer)

Once you've vajazzled it, does that sort of require that you go sans underwear?