He knew-- Not well, but he knew-- What she was. That she was the steam coming off a cup of coffee No cream-- no sugar-- Bitter & Dark. And she would rather drink alone than drink what she wasn't What she didn't want. But little by little he added Some grains of sugar. Some drips of cream Until she was cool and light. And now he's sad to see there's no steam. She lost who she is, he forgot what she was, And they just don't know each other anymore.