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