Micro Video (MV)

These days I've been struggling to accept complements
Like a wire threaded through my teeth
Everything seems belittling
When I feel so goddamn small
When I'm in a giant's corridor
When I'm tired climbing the stairs
When my smile's switched to automatic
Because I can't find my manual anymore

Every nicety falls like dust at my feet
Why can't I stand it when they say
They're so proud of me
They're so f*cking proud of me
Because

I've been in the same twelve walls
With the same demons in every corner
Beckoning my to hold a mirror to my tired face
Knowing I can't remember how to open doors

How can you be so f*cking proud of me

I've forgotten to look in the third dimension
I can't remember the reflection
Of my face in the eyes of another
It's all you
It's all you
It's all you
It's all you

I can't remember how a mirror looks now
Without a moving background
I get anxious just staring at dried paint
I'd rather catapult from flights to stairs
I'd rather scream until I faint
Because it took me this long to regain rhyme
And look out the window for a reason
Because I'm so f*cking proud of us