(music: arcwelder lyrics: s.macdonald) Try to do a favor it catches up later when I don't give a mile Write a little note murder's all you wrote why don't you put me on trial
OK I know that I am wrong
Really like to walk the talk that I talk but you make it so hard Didn't want to hurt you selfish not a virtue I played the wrong card
OK I know that I am wrong
[chorus] But it's not my fault if your treasured island won't open up to be filled with your love
Guess that I will punt after your little stunt drove me away Odds are getting thin I lose and you win that's what you want me to say
OK I know that I am wrong
Rather be a help not your little whelp not a curse but a friend End of my rope I can only hope things work out in the end
