I had all these dreams... I mean, I thought they were dreams. When I got back home. It was bad, you know. Things got real bad. But it got a little better when I was sleeping, like I was living somewhere else.

There was a long time, towards the end - all I had was that. Dreaming about you. Half the time I couldn't even tell if I was awake or asleep, but I was in it. Hallucinating, I guess. But that was nice. It's like I was still with you. I just didn't know it was real once.

I wish I coulda stayed with you. I never woulda left if I had a choice.