Too Late, Colin

You tell me that it's different
In December, I could think of you for days
Lonely boy in a bubble
There's no place for you so deep inside my brain
It's too late to call now
I lost my only one
It's too late callin' home
It's always the same story
The Sun disputed, trapped, and never ends
Every week, same old people
Disappointing, a colossal waste of time
It's too late to call now
I lost my only one
It's too late callin' home
I remember sitting on that bathroom tile
Living out the day when no one really cares
It'll take some time to understand how love works
Just one more poem