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.