Precipitation is fogging her glasses   Her heavy heart fogs his brain   She mumbles whispers   Something about,    "I just can't be what you need"       Her back is turned   And she's fleeing the scene   Her hair, a metronome   His head is dropped in utter defeat   He knows she's leaving home      Cause every time you're near   All I see are my own imperfections   That's why I'm in this car   Driving in the other direction   Throw away our photo albums   And rip the pictures off the wall   I was never worth the effort   Never worth the time at all