[Verse 1: Gothic-rock male lead, low and cold over the relentless live drums] Three-oh-seven on the clock and my eyes come open wide But my arms won't answer and my legs are tied There's a weight on my ribs like a sack of wet sand And a shape at the foot of the bed with a hand Doctor says it's nothing, it's a glitch in the sleep That the brain wakes early while the body stays deep But the doctor never felt her climbing up onto my chest And he doesn't know the reason that she never lets me rest [Pre-Chorus: Gothic-rock male lead] Every year she's heavier and every year she stays Since the night of the wreck on the county highway [Chorus: Gothic-rock male lead] Pinned, three-oh-seven, and I can't move She sits on my chest and she's as heavy as the truth Every night she gets heavier, every night I lose Pinned to the bed like the blame I pinned on you [Verse 2: Gothic-rock male lead, the chorused guitars closing in] I was eighteen with a record and a bottle by my knee And my brother had his license, clean as clean could be Took the curve too fast and we rolled into the corn Nobody bleeding but the car, and the hood was torn Then the lights came up the road and my brother looked at me Said get in the other seat, I got this, you'll see He told them he was driving and they took his name and plate Lost the scholarship, the season, and he never said a word of hate [Pre-Chorus: Gothic-rock male lead] Every year she's heavier and every year she stays Since the night of the wreck on the county highway [Chorus: Gothic-rock male lead] Pinned, three-oh-seven, and I can't move She sits on my chest and she's as heavy as the truth Every night she gets heavier, every night I lose Pinned to the bed like the blame I pinned on you [Bridge: Gothic-rock male lead, first breath, he confesses into the phone, then gasps for air as the band comes back in] Picked up the phone at three-oh-seven with her sitting on my lungs Dialed my brother and the truth came out in pieces off my tongue It was me, it was always me, and I let you take the fall And she stood up off my chest and walked out through the wall [Verse 3: Gothic-rock male lead, full drive, the cold lead guitar wailing] Now I sleep through the night but I'm paying what I owe Told the coach, told the school, told our mother, told it slow Brother says he's fine, says he's got a job and a wife But a lie doesn't sleep, it just sits on your life So if you wake at three-oh-seven and you can't lift a hand Check the weight on your chest, see if it's shaped like a man [Final Chorus: Gothic-rock male lead] Pinned, three-oh-seven, and I can't move She sits on my chest and she's as heavy as the truth Every night she gets heavier, every night I lose Pinned to the bed like the blame I pinned on you [End]
