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[dinah-lance]

Conan Gray performs during the 2025 MTV Video Music Awards at UBS Arena on September 07, 2025 in Elmont, New York. (Photo by Mike Coppola/Getty Images for MTV)

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

your love is a threat and I'm nauseous / scares me to death how I want this

[onscreenkisses]

Sweet taste in my mouth I can't get it out

CONAN GRAY + COREY FOGELMANIS Caramel Official Music Video (2025)

[awek-s]

Conan Gray Vodka Cranberry @ VMAs 2025

[userdanewhitman]

Conan Gray for "Wishbone Deluxe"

[sunsetower]

You put me in a grave of stone, but now it only makes me laugh

by @lexy_styles on ig

[lovandfear]

over the past two years, i’ve been secretly writing songs. after shows in the basements of the venues, in the sheets of my hotel beds, in narrow gaps between tours— i’d come back home and write all the things i felt nobody wanted to hear. maybe even the things i didn’t want people to hear. i didn’t tell my friends. i didn’t tell my label. after all, i didn’t know i was making anything, and i had no plan to release any of it. but over time, i began to feel something i’d never felt before. i started to need the music. i listened in airports, in long cab trips, blaring in the shower. in heartbreak, then in joy. i started to play it for my friends, and they started to need it too. in car ride requests with the windows down, in a split pair of wired headphones on the subway home. it became an egregiously niche soundtrack to our own lives in real time, singing just for us. it felt like the music was reminding me who i am, at an experimental time in my twenties where “who i am” had no definition at all. my driftwood childhood in texas. my lucid summers in london. my blue striped bed sheets in my college apartment. i played the songs to the very first person i’d ever made music with, dan nigro , and i began to record. i didn’t know why i was recording, i just was. i didn’t know what story i was telling, i was just living in it. slowly i started to see myself in full picture. the slivers of myself i’d always been, but never faced. the songs i’d always been writing, but never singing. before i knew it i was surrounded by an album. that album is wishbone. every song written by me in my bed in my pajamas. there’s so much left to say, but i’ll say it in the music. - conan p.s. a wishbone never breaks even.

[gaveyouigaveyoui]

CONAN GRAY - OVERDRIVE