Exit 1B

Spite me just slightly, for forgiving the reasons
I thought this just might be, a reason to leave this
could it just be the bitterness, the cold of the season
it might be, just might be, but i'm still leaving

The look on your face is not so deceiving, fire met the ice this weekend and in the melting i'm slowly seeing the truth behind lies and how to meet a social ceiling. so i'm leaving this place, i won't be grieving this place for long.

Spite me just slightly, for forgiving the reasons
I thought this just might be, a reason to leave this
could it just be the bitterness, the cold of the season
it might be, just might be, but i'm still leaving.

The fight, quick win the race, to proclaim your side for your glory and my disgrace. No thought for how you are feeling, truth be told it was me who was deceiving. Dry heat and a quicker beat, that's why I'm leaving.

I80 West via Exit 1B
Fourteen hundred and eighteen miles from me

Spite me just slightly for forgiving the reasons
I thought this just might be, a reason to leave this
could it just be the bitterness, the cold of the season
it might be, just might be, but i'm still leaving