(still, if only)

My brain is the taxing map i will remember.

(and if right)

My brain is the beerhall best scratch fury.

(spin out and down)

My brain is a slight of the nursery ride that became our captive end.

(we pay in warnings)

My brain is the killer's name last on her ruby lips.

(copper lines the fuse)

My brain is the morning worn in silent, shaking hands.

(just turns)

My brain is a passion still possible after the last known 'never again.'

(sing all together)

My brain is a name scrambled in your sentiment.

(marks measure)

My brain is the frenzied amazement of sight returning our time.

(if at a day)

My brain is the last murmured hope before the ghost.

(chance deserts)

My brain is the drunk elipses sworn in daggers for a name.

(let sigh the rift)

My brain is a dime on the rat race winner.

(a show of submarines)

My brain is the weighted stem of honest men.

(what marked)

My brain is a bar sunk hymn to reason.

(and hours move)

My brain is the care of old sunshine.