I don't love your rent, I don't love your rain, I don't love the feelings of poverty's pain, I don't miss the damp basements, spiders and mice, I don't miss this city's attitude or price, I'm sorry about the closing of my favorite dives, I'm sorry community means cookie-cutter lives, I sometimes dream of returning to my old hood, But only to see an old love who treated me like you did Vancouver; Not good.