From the album Forgive To Forget
This is a love song built on panic. The attachment is so intense it becomes a plea for control, where devotion and desperation blur into the same thing. He calls it love, but the verbs tell a different story: teach, use, abuse, choose. He is not asking to be loved back. He is asking to be consumed.
Is it all on me? / The things that I don't see / What do you believe? / You'd rather watch me bleed
He frames the relationship as a test he is failing, but notice how quickly blame becomes martyrdom. The jump from 'things I don't see' to 'watch me bleed' is pure catastrophizing. He is already positioning himself as the victim of her withholding.
Baby, choose me, use me, abuse me / Baby, your love's confusing me, but it feels so right
The escalation from choose to abuse is not accidental. He is naming the dynamic out loud and calling it love anyway. The word 'confusing' does heavy lifting here. It lets him admit something is wrong while refusing to act on it.
I gotta say goodbye for tonight / Just promise me you won't cry, won't cry
He leaves, but only after extracting a promise that she will perform emotional restraint for him. Even his exit is about control. The repetition of 'won't cry' reads less like reassurance and more like a command.
You are my type of woman / You are my only thing I see, I breathe, baby
The phrase 'type of woman' gets repeated like a mantra, but it is vague enough to mean nothing. What he actually gives us is 'only thing I see, I breathe.' That is not romance. That is obsession masquerading as devotion.
The song ends with 'my type of woman' on loop, and by now it sounds hollow. He never actually describes what that type is. Just that she is the only one, which is not the same as understanding her. What sticks is the gap between how much he says he loves her and how little agency he gives either of them to leave.