Mental boogaloo 4: Lets get dreamin

So I went to a diner recently. Trying to find my soul.

A guy named Tom told me he owned it and introduced me to his daughter at the window.

She was tapping a beat out that sounded vaguely familiar.

Said her name was "Suzanne."

I awoke with a snap. A hole in my chest still sitting at the table with Suzanne.

She was enjoying it with knife and fork before me. A crisp cup of cran apple washing it down.

I asked her if I could have a piece and got nothing in return.

Touching and prodding my hole the pain kept reminding me how much I wanted to vanish from this wicked place.

But how alive I truly was.

So I decided to leave, stumbling out with a hole in my chest.

Promising never to do it again.

A tune played..

And I found myself at the diner right? With some guy named Tom as the owner..