The Gotholympians

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