It used to be just me inside my headnThen she moved in me and slept in my bednI'm old enough to understand it nownThe virus in her blood is the same as minennWith her hand in mine I'll find I'm kind of airsick stillnWith her hand in mine I'll find I'm a little happiernnOf all her drivel I make perfect sensenHer fits and lies without no consequencenYou see I'm not with her to pass some kind of judgementnNo, I'm with her to pass my timennCause with her hand in mine I'll find I'm kind of airsick stillnWith her hand in mine I'll find I'm just a little happiernYeah with her hand in mine I'll find I'm kind of airsick stillnYeah with her hand in mine I'll find I'm happiernJust a little happier