GREG: Julian, you're not helping.
You're not helping with my hernia.
I can't carry the weight you leave.
I can't carry the weight you give to me.
Julian, would you leave?
I can't take this all without my sleep,
And I can't sleep at all with you riding on my back.
I'm staring at a wall, Julian.
Julian, you're not melting.
You're not melting away like a bad dream.
I can't compete with a memory.
I can't compete with a ghost.
Julian, would you leave?
I hear the name she calls out in her sleep,
And I can't sleep at all with her crying every night.
I'm up against a wall, Julian.
Julian, would you leave?
You're thousands of miles below me,
But the space in between us, it doesn't help a thing.
I've given it my all, Julian.