4. Chewed Up Bubblegum

Written By Loui Crow
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(Chewed up bubblegum.)

[VERSE 1]
Pessimism perches on my shoulder like a crow I don't remember feeding.
Boredom is a loop I keep walking. Nothing new here.
The little one inside crosses her arms.
The gum has no flavor left.
I chew it anyway.
That's the pessimism — the slow leak.
Boredom feels better than sadness.
It's the absence of a why.
Some days I don't even try.
The mirror still waits.

[PRE-CHORUS]
I keep chewing.
While life passes me by.
I want more.
I want change.

[CHORUS]
Chewed up bubblegum. Right now is done.
The now is already gone. This gum is stale.
I've chewed too long.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)
Spit it out.
What I think is what I get. A new thought pops.
Chewed up bubblegum.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)

[VERSE 2]
I see myself still chewing on yesterday —
dwelling on past thoughts, stale desires.
Focusing on what's already happened
and can't be changed.
Self-criticism is shame I keep re-tasting.
Clutter of opinions.
The little one inside just stares.
So, I say it for her:
"We can stop rehearsing the past. I choose a new flavor."
The thought lands.
The gum drops.
The mirror holds a woman
who's finally ready for change.

[PRE-CHORUS]
I keep chewing.
While life passes me by.
I want more.
I want change.

[CHORUS]
Chewed up bubblegum. Right now is done.
The now is already gone. This gum is stale.
I've chewed too long.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)
Spit it out.
What I think is what I get. A new thought pops.
Chewed up bubblegum.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)

[BRIDGE]
I've been creating sloppily — chewing without choosing.
The mirror shows me a new way.
I reach for what's next. Try that instead.
The shift is the choice I make now.
The glass shows me a fresh muse.
(The shift is the choice I make now.)

[CHORUS]
Chewed up bubblegum. Right now is done.
The now is already gone. This gum is stale.
I've chewed too long.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)
Spit it out.
What I think is what I get. A new thought pops.
Chewed up bubblegum.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)

[OUTRO]
I pivot. Change the subject.
Break the loop. Lift the mood.
Parallel reality behind the glass.
Little by little, I turn my head.
Let the timelines move.
(Chewed up bubblegum.)

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com
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