It's December 21st, 2012 in Montreal.
First thing in the morning,
I look outside my bedroom window and it's snowing.
WAIT – NO!
It's raining again.
It's kind of like this city's friend died,
And it can't decide if it should give the cold shoulder
Or if it should cry.
Walking down the street today is like walking across a beach during summer vacation.
Except the water is sub zero,
And every now and again you'll have white petals knocking on your head,
As if it wants to tell you something.
Our cities are changing.
Not just my home town of Montreal.
A Hurricane reached New York only 2 months ago.
A feat undefeated.
Our cities are heating. Screw whoever says global warming is a myth.
I don't need money hungry politicians telling me what to believe
So that they can continue to throw trash into the ocean,
So that they invade Afghanistan for its oil like they did to the Iraqi
And I don't give a fuck if I'm only 16,
I can still see our lifestyle needs a change.
And when I talk change, I'm not saying to put makeup on it.
I talking inside out, reconfigure it until it pouts.
Because the coldest summer I've ever experienced is a winter in Montreal.
I never learned to scuba, but I feel like I'll have to,
After analyzing the parabolas'
The Armageddon never happened today but I feel like it's upon us (Maybe the Mayans forgot to carry the one?).
So medicate this planet,
Do it for the clouds.
For the sound the birds make in the morning during the summer.
Do it because whether you like it or not, this planet is yours and you can't buy another off ebay.
I believe we could give this planet the medical attention it needs.
I believe we could give it the sunny disposition that it well deserves.
I believe we could cure its depressive state,