Proud of Me

I left the lights all again I left the milk out of the fridge I bet I wasted 20 dollars Forgot to pick up when you called Then I forgot you called at all Voicemail said you don't need a thing Just called to say you're proud of me I needed help with gas again I didn't want to ask again Got kind of mad when the money hit Got kinda mad that I needed it God i'm the worst when you're being nice Just asking questions about my life But you're way too nice to tell me I'm mean Just called to say you're proud of me What did I do To deserve this from you Cause you know that I don't see myself the way you do But I'd like to Someday I'd like to I've barley made more than a dime I work both all and none of the time But something happens when you speak That kills the pessimist in me I call to cry about my weight I call to cry about my face I'll call you seven days a week To hear you say you're proud of me Why am I so cruel That I'd call you a fool Just cause I don't see myself the way you do But I'd like to Someday I'd like to When I want to give up on my dreams You're a half full glass that disagrees On days where all I do is sleep You call to say your proud of me Proud of the journals on the shelf Proud of the way that I'm myself I don't notice those little things Until you call to say you're proud of me One day I'll see what it is you see One day I'll know what it is you mean When you call to say you're proud of me