First Timer

I'm a first timer, wishing I was someone else when I see you by yourself
In a corridor where you find yourself now blocked by the doors you lock.

You won't do what the doctor ordered-you won't see someone else.
Come on back to me, my bright tomorrow.

And so you feel hollow and you know it's 'cause you are-well, at least so far.

I think of you with hesitation-I think of you too hard.
Come on back to me, but don't make me sorry.

I'm a first timer, wishing I'd been someone else, seeing you by yourself, seeing you by yourself.