Instead of furniture we discuss ownership of memories. I wanna keep all of mine.
You'd like to keep one or two:
When you told me that gruesome secret only I will ever know,
When we decided to marry after everything that had happened.
This is the last minute. After this cup anything bad may happen you. Life can get hollow, childless, you may opt out. Desperately I try thinking of some last words, like magic, they'll protect you, forever.