Shape Up Lyrics

Will two months be the longest it ever lasts?

One week I'm in, the next one it's all passed

I look around, and find what I can see

I'm looking for, somebody that's right for me

Don't know what I'm doing after high school

All these honor-roll students must think that I'm a fool

I wake up and I'm already dead

Like Bacharach I just don't know what to do

I've been stepping, through this muck

I've been feeling, so hate-struck

Right now, I'm down on my luck

But I'm hoping things will just shape up

She said

"I don't think we're ready"

But will we ever be ready?

I'll always be there for her

But she won't be there for me

I count my tears

One thousand, nine hundred, seventy three

"Oh no!"

"'You'll shoot your eye out'?"