Turn up the volume

So if I do not find somebody soon... I'll blow up into smithereens And spew my tiny symphony All up and down a city street While tryna put my mind at ease Like finishing this melody This feels like a necessity So this could be the death of me Or maybe just a better me Now, come in with the timpanis And take a shot of Hennessy I know I'm not there mentally But you could be the remedy So let me play my violin for you