BASED ON THE WATTPAD NOVEL BOULEVARD WRITTEN BY FLOR M. SALVADOR
DREAMS
GOSSIP
DRIVE WITH NO DESTINATION
MATT Are you home?
Yes, about to get into bed
MATT Rain check. I'm dead tired
SCREEN 1
GLITTER PARTY DECEMBER 5
LUKE HOWLAND 06-15-2006 - 12-05-2025
ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS. YOUR LIGHT LIVES ON IN US.
Like a feather the wind no longer stirs
Like a vinyl record that no longer spins
Like a half-finished tattoo
You only exist on our boulevard
And today I dressed in black
And your necklace hangs around my neck
And I miss you so much That even the lights are singing
I no longer dance Since I don't dance with you
I sleep better If you're in my dreams
The light is off Your face, my face
It's impossible that there is anything Greater than you
I no longer sing If I don't sing our song
The world is smaller If we're not both here
The light is off Your face, my face
It's impossible that there is anything Greater than you
WELCOME TO THE STUDENT PORTAL
YOU'VE BEEN ADMITTED TO THE FINE ARTS PROGRAM
And I've changed my hair So I can sleep better
And my body forgets For a day who I am
But I can't do it, I don't get it I don't know who I am if I'm not with you
I search every record for a clue
That you're hidden in a corner Of that damned boulevard
But I can't do it, I don't get it I don't recognize this place
And today I dressed in black
And your necklace hangs around my neck
And I miss you so much
I no longer dance Since I don't dance with you
I sleep better If you're in my dreams
The light is off Your face, my face
It's impossible that there is anything Greater than you
I no longer sing If I don't sing our song
The world is smaller If we're not both here
The light is off Your face, my face
It's impossible that there is anything Greater than you
And everything sounds like you
Sounds like you
I miss you so much That even the lights are singing
And they sound like you