[Verse 1]
Heliophobe, why has your hair been bleached?
Why do your knees have tan lines like prison cells?

[Verse 2]
The timing of light is always right, the sensitivity
Will make whirring machines that take the place of your eyes

[Pre-Chorus]
I couldn’t stand to
Be the ghost in you
I couldn’t touch you
Without hurting the bruises

[Chorus]
Disposable
Exposed photographs
Sun poisoned you
Nausea

[Guitar break]

[Pre-Chorus]
I couldn’t stand to
Be the ghost in you
I couldn’t touch you
Without hurting the bruises
[Chorus]
Disposable
Exposed photographs
Sun poisoned you
Nausea