We Don't Talk About Bruno

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no!

We don't talk about Bruno

It was my wedding day

We were getting ready, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky

Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin

You telling this story, or am I?

Bruno says, "It looks like rain"

It looks like rain)

In doing so, he floods my brain

He floods my brain)

Married in a hurricane

What a joyous day

Anyway

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no!

We don't talk about Bruno!

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no!

We don't talk about Bruno!

Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling

I could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling

I associate him with the sound of falling sand

It's a heavy lift, with a gift so humbling

Always left Abuela and the family fumbling

Grappling with prophecies they couldn't understand

Do you understand?

A seven-foot frame

Rats along his back

When he calls your name

It all fades to black

Yeah, he sees your dreams

And feasts on your screams

We don't talk about Bruno

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no!

We don't talk about Bruno

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no!

We don't talk about Bruno