[ZOE] FOUR HUNDRED WAYS TO GET IN TROUBLE

[Intro — playful solo acoustic guitar, Southern fingerpicking, loose rhythm] [Female — amused, conversational] Four hundred adventures. Three hundred disasters. Two complete idiots... [Small laugh] And not a single regret. [Verse 1 — warm, mischievous storytelling] We stole a sunrise from a dying star, Put it in a jar in the back of the car. You said, "That's probably against the law." I said, "Well, honey, what's one more?" We painted Saturn's rings bright pink, Made a black hole stop and think. You pressed a button marked "DO NOT TOUCH," And half the moon turned into dust. [Pre-Chorus — teasing, playful] We had a map, we had a plan, We lost them both on Aldebaran. You looked at me, I looked at you, And said, "Well, shit. What do we do?" [Chorus — catchy Southern folk melody, smiling vocals] Four hundred ways to get in trouble, Four hundred stories left to tell. We made a mess of half the heavens, And laughed our way through cosmic hell. From oceans made of clouds and thunder To little towns beyond the blue, Every wrong turn felt like wonder When I was getting lost with you. [Verse 2 — rhythmic fingerpicking, cheeky delivery] We opened up a roadside bar On some forgotten little star. You made the drinks, I played guitar, We got shut down before we got far. You tried to teach a moon to dance, I set my rocket's tail on fire. We spent three days in underpants, Repairing every blasted wire. We met a king with seventeen heads, Who offered us a thousand beds. We slept outside beneath the rain, Then stole his royal weather vane. [Pre-Chorus — amused, then affectionate] You always said, "We'll be just fine." I always said, "This fault is mine." You never bothered keeping score, Just hugged me, then we broke some more. [Chorus — bright, affectionate] Four hundred ways to get in trouble, Four hundred stories left to tell. We made a mess of half the heavens, And laughed our way through cosmic hell. From oceans made of clouds and thunder To little towns beyond the blue, Every wrong turn felt like wonder When I was getting lost with you. [Verse 3 — guitar softens, fond nostalgia] Remember that old cloud-sea shore, Where we got stranded once before? We built a raft from broken wings, And crowned ourselves the pirate kings. You wore a hat three sizes wide, I held the stars out like a guide. And when the waves began to rise, You hugged me till I closed my eyes. We watched the lightning far below, Like little flowers made of gold. I think that was my favorite night. [Soft pause] You held me close. The world felt right. [Bridge — quiet acoustic guitar, tender, almost spoken] Some people want a perfect life, A house, a garden, peace and quiet. We had a rocket held by tape, A stolen moon and no escape. And maybe we were reckless fools, Who never learned to follow rules. But if I had those days again... [Gentle smile in the voice] I'd break the universe with you. [Final Chorus — warm, bittersweet, intimate] Four hundred ways to get in trouble, Four hundred memories that stay. We made a home between the planets, Then watched the stars get in our way. And all the skies are still as pretty, And all the worlds are waiting too. But getting lost is not the same When I can't get lost with you. [Outro — slow fingerpicked acoustic guitar, affectionate half-smile] [Female — softly spoken] Hey, little bear... Remember when we crashed that wedding On the dark side of the moon? [Small laugh] God, they were mad. [Pause] I still have the cake recipe. [Gentle guitar chord] Miss you, troublemaker. [Final chord rings naturally into silence]