I saw the dotted line then I was passed without hesitation I wish their cars were mine For I was full of spite and admiration How could I be alright when I'm passed by like I don't exist? My self-esteem along for the ride It's a drive I'll never miss I'm so afraid of the dotted line Because I don't want to make a mistake this time but at the same time I don't want to be told how things should be done, man this feeling is too old I saw the dotted line but I was afraid to cut so I folded thinking things could still be fine But I ruined it all and was soundly scolded How could I be ok after always trusting the safe way out? so so wrong so much each day Don't take my scissors, just my doubt I'm so afraid of the dotted line Because I don't want to make a mistake this time But at the same time I don't want to be told how things should be done, man this feeling is too old

The Dotted Line