It used to be just me inside my head
Then she moved in me and slept in my bed
I'm old enough to understand it now
The [bad word] in her blood is the same as mine

With her hand in mine I'll find I'm kind of airsick still
With her hand in mine I'll find I'm a little happier

Of all her drivel I make perfect sense
Her fits and lies without no consequence
You see I'm not with her to pass some kind of judgement
No, I'm with her to pass my time

Cause with her hand in mine I'll find I'm kind of airsick still
With her hand in mine I'll find I'm just a little happier
Yeah with her hand in mine I'll find I'm kind of airsick still
Yeah with her hand in mine I'll find I'm happier
Just a little happier