You Grew On Me - Tim Minchin

You grew on me like a tumour

And you spread through me like malignant melanoma

And now you're in my heart

I should've cut you out back at the start

Now I'm afraid there's no cure for me

No dose of emotional chemotherapy

Can halt my pathetic decline

I should've had you removed back when you were benign

I picked you up like a virus

Like meningococcal meningitis

Now I can't feel my legs

When you're around I can't get out of bed

I've left it too late to risk an operation

I know there's no hope for a clean amputation

The successful removal of you

Would probably kill me too

You grew on me like carcinoma

Crept up on me like untreated glaucoma

Now I find it hard to see

This untreated dose of you has blinded me

I should've consulted my local physician

I'm stuck now forever with this tunnel vision

My periphery is screwed

Wherever I look now, all I see is you

When we first met you seemed fickle and shallow

But my armor was no match for your poison arrow

You are wedged inside my chest

If I tried to take you out now I might bleed to death

I'm feeling short of breath

You grew on me like a tumour

And you spread through me like malignant melanoma

I guess I never knew

How fast a little mole can grow on you