Woorden: Tim Minchin. You Grew On Me.

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 meningo-fucking-coccal 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 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
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