I took out a loan and bought us a car The first either of us had owned It would be the chariot for our child We’d carry her gently every mile We laughed the day you scraped the door How we can never have nice things You could barely fit behind the…

My life is a rocket ship, flying through space Unmanned, low power, intergalactic waste Hurtling silently through the yawning vacuum Lights out, comms down, lost My spirit is a tape recording, captured long ago The picture is familiar but static breaks the flow It ends; is rewound and plays again The tape unspools…

None of the advice is good Will I do more damage than my shadow would Should have finished mine before starting hers I’ve let us all down I come back a stranger, a man with no past An image without purpose, a sharp shard of glass When I see you I know…

Do you wanna be in love again in love again with me ‘cos every time I look at you I know what I want to be Do you wanna be in love again is it now the right time we’ve been orbiting for so long I’ll be yours and you be mine…

My lockdown stretches on without end I wake, break the foil, eat what’s inside like it’s advent Thinking back to when they worked, was a godsend Felt like they’d never let me fall Now it’s on I swear I’ll never take this mask off Got addicted to the feeling like I’m…

I keep an old depression gown, slip it on from time to time It warms me in the winter, then shades me from the shine It smells a little musty, like my old bed back home It hangs up in the wardrobe, I wear it when I’m alone It’s tattered but it’s cosy, it…

What else is left to say about this past year that hasn’t already been said before? When I started thinking about this piece a month or so back, ‘The Year Of Recovery’ felt like a definitive, solid moniker but now I’m not so sure. Yes, in terms of the music…

Now everything’s good, and everything’s bad Both the fire and the phoenix for the life we had Who were those young lovers, rushed solemn to the ward? Clinging to hope and each other for such sweet reward The first days back home we were sculpted in marble Nothing to do but care…

No weapon formed against me has failed prosper I’m brought to my knees, strung out and sorry I want you to see me in all of my glory When was the last time I stood tall at all? - Will I be David, or should I be Paul? I have a…