We Don’t Talk About Afton
Latin music elements like salsa and guajira, along with pop, hip hop, and Broadway influences
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Lyrics
[Intro]
(Instrumental Solo)
[Verse 1]
We don’t talk about Afton, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Afton
But the wrench in my hand still tastes like his ghost
On the day the sky forgot how to stay calm
[Pre-Chorus]
It was my daughter’s birthday, no clouds in sight
He walked in grinning, said “Looks like rain tonight”
Now every drop that falls screams her name
Murdered in the downpour, washed away the same
[Chorus]
We don’t talk about Afton, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Afton
His whispers stick like blood on the wall
We don’t talk about Afton
[Verse 2]
I curl up tight where the shadows won’t find me
Seashell pressed to my ear, hear the sand’s slow plea
He stutters and mumbles, a storm in his bones
Left our family fumbling, chasing unknowns
[Pre-Chorus]
He said “Follow me, I’ve got candy to share”
Next day we woke up with a cold, empty chair
Promises rot in the back room’s dark breath
When he calls your name, you’re already dead
[Chorus]
We don’t talk about Afton, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Afton
His whispers stick like blood on the wall
We don’t talk about Afton
[Bridge]
He told me my dream life was just out of reach
A promise wrapped in a lie, sharp as a breach
I hear him now in the static’s cold hum
He’s still here, still hunting, still not done
[Chorus]
We don’t talk about Afton, no, no, no
We don’t talk about Afton
His whispers stick like blood on the wall
We don’t talk about Afton
[Outro]
(Instrumental Solo)