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We Don't Talk About Bruno

 

We Don't Talk About Bruno


We don't talk about Bruno, 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
Yeah, he sees your dreams and feasts on your screams

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

He told me that the life of my dreams
Would be promised, and someday be mine

He told me that my power would grow
Like the grapes that thrive on the vine

He told me that the man of my dreams
Would be just out of reach
Betrothed to another

It's like I hear him
Hey sis, I want not a sound out of you
It's like I can hear him now, I can hear him, now

Um, Bruno
Yeah, about that Bruno
I really need to know about Bruno
Gimme the truth and the whole truth, Bruno
Isabella your boyfriend's here

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

Don't talk about Bruno
Why did I talk about Bruno?
Not a word about Bruno
I never shoulda brought up Bruno

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