Andrew Bird, Madison Cunningham - ​The Gotholympians lyrics

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