by Harper Phillips

Its been three weeks since I last heard from you
twenty one days since I felt your pulse beat in my fingers
I can’t justify why inside my heart’s turned so many shades of blue
as much as I try there is something about you that lingers

While I am wading in the waves of you
wading in your waves
wading in the waves of you
with wrinkled toes I’ll stay till you can be brave

My dear, he’s sweet when he tells me he’s lucky he’s met me
Tipsy I mumble that’s something I wish that you knew
I fuzzily stare at that spot where we sat when you kissed me
Is it foolish to wish they made chapstick out of super glue

While I am wading in the waves of you
wading in your waves
wading in the waves of you
with wrinkled toes I’ll stay till you can be brave

Tomorrow I’ll pack up my uke and meet up with a new boy
but rocks in my stomach will keep me from drifting from you
my heart fills with dread when I think about finding a new joy
so hard to accept when there’s really not much you can do

While I am wading in the waves of you
wading in your waves
wading in the waves of you
with wrinkled toes I’ll stay till you can be brave