From the album Hanging on Hope
This is about staying in something that hurts because leaving would hurt worse. The narrator knows they are being used and still asks for more of it. The hope they are hanging onto is not that things will get better. It is that the other person will finally turn around and actually see them.
Bleed me, use me, run around, don't kill me / It's better than being alone
He lists four things she is already doing to him, then calls it better than nothing. The bar is not set at being loved. It is set at not being destroyed completely.
I let a little grin grow from those kind words you spoke
The smallest gesture gets treated like a major event. He is starving for scraps and calling them meals.
There's shovels in the backyard / Wish we'd never drift this far
Shovels suggest either burial or digging something up. Either way, something is already dead here and he knows it. The drift happened a long time ago.
I know you never needed me / There's wear and tear you can't see, but whose at fault
He admits the fundamental imbalance out loud and still cannot pin blame. Even when he names the damage, he will not commit to whose fault it is.
The saddest part is not that he knows he is being used. It is that he has decided being used is close enough to being loved. Hope here is not about things getting better. It is about things not getting so bad that he has to leave.