Andrew Bird - Goth olympians

My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours,
Yeah my rain really pours,
At least more than yours.
At least more than yours.

And the depths of my sadness is beautiful madness you see,
It's right here on my sleeve,
You must not believe.
I can see you, you just don't believe.

So I really have to say it's all so romantic,
Cause 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 sweet veil of emotions can span the great oceans,
From this fifty-foot wave,
I just can't be saved,
Oh don't even try,
Can't be saved.

My pitiful sorrows have seen more tomorrows than yours,
My rain really pours, at least more than yours,
At least more than yours.

So I really have to say it's all just so romantic,
I see the others try, 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.