Again with the depression

We argued again
Over what feels like the same things
And I can't help feeling
Like a woman  
I saw one time  
In a film
Where she was hung up on
Then sat motionless alone
With the phone in one hand
And a droaning dial tone
Almost about to start cryin
Just when the scene ends
 
I guess I just feel Iike you want me to carry you
But I'm not selfless
Others Think I am
But I'm really selfish
Because  Giving away money I don't carry about is easy
Renouncing loved ones is easy
It's the dreams
They absorb my body
Like fog over an electric pole stuck in the ground
On a quiet morning  
With no one around
 
Now
please understand I don't comprehend hardly anything that's happened
In the past twenty five minutes  
All I know is your sad
And that makes me feel pretty bad