[why dont we song-based imagines]

•generation why - conan gray•

ship: there's no particular ship, it's just all the boys in a friend group together.
type: gloomy/sadish? but not sad??
word count: 1681 words.
warnings: mentions of depression and self harm, lowercase intended.
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why, why, why, why?
why, why, why, why?
why, why, why?

zachary dean herron,
jack robert avery,
daniel james seavey,
jonah marais roth frantzich,
and last but not least;
corbyn matthew besson.
the most well-known friend group in their tiny ass town filled with boring people and boring things and full of gloom and depression.

they all had their own special place in that miserable town.

i was off
keying cars parked on radium lawns
by suburbian moms

Zach was the baddie, who always went around spray painting walls, buildings, cars, windows— anything really. keying cars, smashing mail boxes— anything that's disrespectful and anything that causes chaos that you can think of, he's sure to have done at least once. see, zach's parents were never around, and they never cared about him either, all they cared about were themselves, and their own concerns. so that's why he's fucked up: he just does stuff for the attention he never got in his past 17 years of life.

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i called a friend
let's meet at ten
go wherever we want
'cause no one cares that we're gone

next comes jack— the skater boy, and the one who was always Zach's sidekick. well, more like the one who would stop him from doing anything too too bad. but this is jack we're talking about, not a buzzkill.
jack always loved to sneak out. he always found a thrill in it— having to be on edge and always having to pay attention to your surroundings when you sneak off, because you never know if you'll run into someone somewhere where you're not supposed to be. even though it wouldn't have really mattered anyway. jack's parents were never ones to care that much as long as he wasn't dying, or killing someone, or getting a girl pregnant, they let him do whatever the fuck he wanted.

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this town don't got much to do
you and I haven't got much to lose
so do you wanna rock in your room like we always do?

now for daniel;
daniel has always been the music geek— band nerd, and that one kid who knew everything there was to know about music.
he would always call up his best friend from the group — corbyn besson
you see, daniel had about 20 different instruments laying around his house. anything from woodwind instruments to percussion. most days, when they weren't out with the other 3 fucking around and causing chaos, he and corbyn would just jam out in daniel's bedroom and make some cool beats. then some days they'd go through old photographs of when they were kids, and talk about their dreams of getting out of the gloomy town and finally being known for their musical talents.

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'cause we are the helpless, selfish, one of a kind millennium kids, that all wanna die
walking in the street with no light inside our eyes
we are the worthless, cursed with too much time
we get into trouble and lose our minds
something that I've heard a million times in my life
generation why