Ethan - Fred Thomas

Ethan, when you count your friends

Oh count me like a number

Don’t hear me like the thunder

Don’t wonder, don’t decide

Apply no pluralism like

The skies are still the sky

And know that if I die

I’ll die in love with who you are

All the room you slept in

In the cites where we never lived together

And any letter in the file

Sharper hearts beat fast and raise the count of love

The lifeless play with hands cake