I wanna talk about you And the things I miss about you But you see, my pen is broken And my heart has lost its rhythm The words are crooked And the paper is nothing but rejection But let me just write this down You were the kind of love I planted on a flower *** You were the kind of love I watered with silence And you were the kind of love That blossomed from a distance And you were the kind of love that was just as equally painful And yet it was also as hauntingly beautiful.