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

And now I’m afraid there’s no cure for me
No dose of emotional chemotherapy
Can halt my pathetic decline
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

And I’ve left it too late to risk an operation
There's no chance at all of 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

And I should’ve consulted my local physician
I’m stuck now forever with this tunnel vision
My periphery is through
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 breast
If I tried to pull you out now I think I'll 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