What she likes, she likes, no question. What she doesn’t like is gone.
Slow and steady, she gets right to work. You may not notice, it’s done.
She takes her time, she’s in no hurry. She knows patience is the key
A little here, a little there, a tiny nip, a careful tear.
She knows how much pain I can bear.

She’s a chisel, I’m just a piece of rock.
That she cuts away until
Nothing is left but the things she wants
There are no holes left to fill.
She’s a chisel, I’m her next project.
When she’s finished, I am too.
And every time something gets chipped off I cry.

I know she has a vision what I’ll look like when she’s done.
She has a plan to make me the  man she shows off to everyone.
She doesn’t know when she’ll be finished, but she’ll know it when she see,
All the wrong is gone, and she holds on 
To the parts that she likes out of me. 

She’s a chisel, I’m just a piece of rock.
That she cuts away until
Nothing is left but the things she wants
There are no holes left to fill.
She’s a chisel, I’m her next project.
When she’s finished, I am too.
And every time something gets chipped off I cry.


She's a Chisel

Retired the beginning of 2023. Been writing music seriously for about six years. Thanks for listening - and sharing!

She's a Chisel

Scott Orr