The Gotholympians - Andrew Bird, Madison Cunningham

My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours

Yeah, my rain really pours

At least more than yours

In the depths of my sadness there’s a beautiful madness you see

It’s right here on my sleeve

Well, I really have to say it’s all just so romantic

And I see the others try and they just seem pedantic

'Cause when it comes to misery

When it comes to misery

When it comes to misery

No one competes with me

My sweeping emotions can span the great oceans

From this fifty-foot wave

I just can’t be saved

No, don’t even try

Well, I’m the High Priestess of ennui and tristesse, you know

Well, have you seen my pet crow?

Sometimes he quotes Poe

Well, I really have to say it’s all just so romantic

And I’ve seen the others try and they just seem pedantic

'Cause when it comes to misery

When it comes to misery

When it comes to misery

No one competes

No one competes

With me