Elliott Smith

First Timer

I'm a first timer, wishing I was someone else
when I see you by yourself

In the cold riddle where you find yourself not blocked
By a door you locked

You won't do what the doctor orders
you won't see someone else
Come on back to me
My pride tomorrow

You say 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