you grew on me

Tim Minchin

You grew on me like a tumour
And you spread through me like malignant melanoma
And now youââ?¬â?¢re in my heart
I shouldââ?¬â?¢ve cut you out back at the start

Now Iââ?¬â?¢m afraid thereââ?¬â?¢s no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
I shouldââ?¬â?¢ve had you removed back when you were benign

I picked you up like a virus
Like meningo-fucking-coccal meningitis
Now I canââ?¬â?¢t feel my legs
When youââ?¬â?¢re around I canââ?¬â?¢t get out of bed

Iââ?¬â?¢ve left it too late to risk an operation
I know thereââ?¬â?¢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 shouldââ?¬â?¢ve consulted my local physician
Iââ?¬â?¢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 armour 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
Iââ?¬â?¢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