From the album Your Day Will Come
This is what it sounds like when someone knows they're a liability but can't stop offering themselves up anyway. The speaker is convinced some vague 'they' will come for the person they love, but the paranoia itself suggests the real threat is the speaker's own instability. It's devotion as apology, dressed up as protection.
Yeah, I don't smoke anymore, but with you
The exception proves the rule never mattered. If the boundary dissolves that easily, it was never about health or discipline. It was about having something to break for this specific person.
I think my health's no good / But my thinking's no good anymore
The confession folds in on itself. Can't trust the body, can't trust the mind evaluating the body. It's the kind of spiral where you stop knowing which symptom is real and which is just the anxiety about the symptom.
Letter to the news / I tell them you're my girl in the new issue
This might be literal or it might be delusional. Either way, it's a public claim on someone who hasn't consented to being claimed. The gesture reads as romantic until you notice the other person isn't actually in the room.
Life, I'm through it, but I'm yours to choose
The narrator thinks this is a confession of loyalty. What it actually is: emotional blackmail packaged as availability. 'I'm done with everything except you' puts the other person in charge of keeping them alive, which is not the same as love.
The speaker doesn't realize their warnings about external threats are actually warnings about themselves. What sounds like 'I'll protect you' is really 'I know I'm going to hurt you and I'm trying to frame it as something outside my control.' The dogs are already here. They've been here the whole time.