Tim Minchin You Grew On Me

You grew on me like a tumour And you spread through me like malignant melanoma And now youre in my heart I shouldve cut you out back at the start Now Im afraid theres no cure for me No dose of emotional chemotherapy Can halt my pathetic decline I shouldve had you removed back when you were benign I picked you up like a virus Like meningofuckingcoccal meningitis Now I cant feel my legs When youre around I cant get out of bed Ive left it too late to risk an operation I know theres no hope for a