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