i took you to see an orchestra
but the viola was out of tune
and you were so sad, you're so sad
and i don't know what to do
i should of ran up there and screamed at her
she should of listened to the first A!
and i'd take that bow and break it in half
and i'd scream until i had nothing more
until they played something so beautiful
it put a smile on your face
and while i died of exhaustion
to conductor told me 'it's not your fault'
it's nice to see you back.

third line, no need for that contraction. other than that, my usual response. hope you're doing well.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn