Dented Skulls

I don't want someone to steal my heart I want someone to dent my skull I want them to rack my brain And eat it until they're full I want someone to know my memories the things I love the things I need and this they should know effortlessly if I just give them my brain to eat If they ate my heart, I'd only be broken For all hearts take time to grow back I don't have one right now bit I'm sure my brain would make a fine snack so dent my skull and scrape my brains out have me memorized inside and out.