Reade McCardell - Sticker lyrics

He'd been there for a month and a half Wanted the place to be his own entirely Mirror in hand he reached behind the toilet on an impulse Fastened there on the porcelain (in a crooked space only compound eyes could see) was a sticker of a flexed arm He'd been there for a month and a half Even after he peeled if off he felt like a guest in his own house Like nothing was really his Someone else was choosing this An iced tea and a magazine It's a beautiful day