Y'all i made my piano teacher listen to against the kitchen floor and like less than a minute in he asked me like "could it be that he wrote this song for a sex doll?" And i was like ???? NO ?!?! And then he was like "it sounds like he wrote this song as though he and the sex doll are switching parts, like he's less human then the object" and i was like ??!?!!?? NO. And i mean. I see where he got that cause i guess the song does mention sex and the "bottom shelf erotic products" line but like ??? I have no fucking words. I genuinely have no fucking words. he told me that this interpretation made sense to him from what he heard of will wood but i was like maybe if it was on his FIRST ALBUM but not on THIS ONE. and i explained the song and the context of the album but i don't think he's convinced. I genuinely don't know what is anything anymore. This is the last interpretation i could have ever thought of of this song. What even is anything. My life is a fever dream. I don't fucking know reality anymore