Maybe, Amy - Jordan White

You don’t know me

Just a little from your T.V.

Listen to this little ditty

And maybe you’ll see —

I’m only happy at the beach

When the skies are blue

When there’s grey clouds

You may need you to pull me through

Pull me through —

We smell the inside of brand new books

Cause we just don’t care how stupid it looks —

And this could be a funny story how your path crossed mine

Like jumping in quarries with a no tresspassing sign

No one pays it no mind

So maybe Amy,

You could pour me over your red wine

Your could call me up, anytime

There’s people who’ll light you on fire

Just to watch you burn

Ain’t no rhyme or reason about it you just gotta

Turn and head back down

To the river you come from where there’s water around

And you could meet me in a bar where nobody goes

Oh Amy, I don’t really know

I just don’t know

So maybe, Amy,

You could pour me over your red wine

You could call me up, anytime

(Bridge)

The sincerity of this feeling

Is the only reason I’ve found

To cut you from a crowd when I’m down kneeling

As the only diamond that shines in this town

You’re the only one around

So maybe, Amy

You could pour me over your red wine

You could call me up, anytime

Pour me

Poor me

Cause Amy

I’ve gone all of this time

Without somebody like you

Without somebody like you