whiplash

My neck hurts My bones ache I'm in a dream But I'm still awake There's broken glass All through my hair It's in the past But I'm still right there Feel like I'm doing the time for somebody's mistake Tired of checking the mirrors and riding the brakes So I'll be the flowers they drive past everyday And they'll look away My body is Another number Lost in the wreckage It's buried under And all these stories Laid at my feet They feel like needles and Pins to me It's like I'm doing the time for somebody's mistake Tired of checking the mirrors and riding the brakes So I'll be the flowers they drive past everyday Feel like I'm doing the time for somebody's mistake They'll slow down traffic for miles to stare at your pain But not for the flowers they're driving past everyday No, they look away