We Don't Talk About Bruno

We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno, but It was my wedding day (It was our wedding day) We were getting ready And there wasn't a cloud in the sky (No clouds allowed in the sky) Bruno walks in with a mischievous grin (thunder) You telling this story or am I? (I'm sorry, mi vida, go on) Bruno says, "It looks like rain" (Why did he tell us?) In doing so, he floods my brain (Abuela, get the umbrellas) Married in a hurricane (What a joyous day, but anyway) We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno Grew to live in fear of Bruno stuttering or stumbling I can 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 When he sees your dreams And feasts on your screams We don't talk about Bruno, no, no, no We don't talk about Bruno