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I Can Be Your Mother - EP out now. Instagram: TikTok: @sofiamfisella CREDITS PRODUCTION: Director: SOFIA ISELLA Producer: Kelli Bean Miranda Co-Producer: Jasper Graham Director photography: Claudio Miranda, ASC CAMERA Cinematography by: Claudio Miranda 1st AC: Dan Ming @insdangraming LIGHTING Gaffer: Josh Davis Best Boy: Carlos Fregoso Console Programmer: Cody Banks Set Lighting Tech: Brittany Tegan Set Lighting Tech: Moises Reyes GRIP Key Grip: Chuck Crivier Best Boy: Travis Brady Grip: Pat Carr Grip: Matt Perry Grip: Mark Wojciechowski Grip: Ryan Cancelisi Grip: Mike Wahl Grip: Dane Harvey HAIR: Nathan Unce EXTRAS: Isabella Edrada Lola Jamin SUPPORT: Catering Service by Beezoo, LLC Shot on location in Burbank MANAGEMENT: Kelli Bean Miranda CRUSH Music Jonathan Daniel Jake Reuter Marissa Antkowiak LYRICS The pulse of sleep is sucking at my eyes I’m nursing it like a baby while it sucks me dry And I’m staying up talking to a phone like god And like a mother, there is never respite I’m sinking my hands into the piano like mud I’m hoping and praying that I get stuck I’m staying up talking to a phone like god I’m resisting the trip while I’m falling in love Cause you choose which one you want to rule you the best A man or the never-ending desire of success I know which one is in my bed tonight Dinner’s on the table with a pen and a knife The meal tastes like paper and ink and pain The words are different but the song’s always the same And while I sit and while I write and chew I try not to make the song about you I can be your mother I can be a dream I can make it look like it never happened, leave it clean Oh I could be your friend Or I could be on my back I could beg or I could bully I could brace you for impact Oh I could be counterfeit I could be real I can be the wound in your neck You tell your friends you can heal I could be 500 virgins I could be 500 whores I could be anything anything anything But yours Yours You read to me quietly on the windowsill Our bodies will never be close enough if they tried, which they will You either keep a close eye or a closed eye on it I watch myself while I ride the emotional dick Cause you choose which one you want to fuck you in place A man or the ache in your legs backstage I know which one gets me on my knees Gripping my hair like I’m made of sheets The voice in my ear says “remember the bet” I’m nodding at nothing, I’m holding my breath Remember remember remember the bet His love feels like a threat I could be your mother I could be mad I could talk utter bullshit or I could be matter of fact Oh I could be broken Or I could be whole I could be something to fix in your New Year’s resolution goal Oh I could be an angel I could be a jerk Make a plan to save me, you can choose if you want it to work I could be a purity to ruin Corrupt for you to restore I could be anything anything anything but yours I could be your mother I can be your dad I could be the family that you always wished you had Oh I could be a kiss I could be a hit Lemme know if you ever figure out the difference Oh I could be a fact I could be a lie I could be the truth you search for your whole life but never find I could be your bravado I could be gone tomorrow I could be anything, anything, anything
