FIRE LOGIC It's two in the morning. The moon's hanging low. The dogs quit barking about an hour ago. The coffee went cold. The fire burns bright. And bad ideas always sound better at night. --- I've been staring at embers. Watching memories rise. Seeing old photographs in the smoke and the skies. Trying to convince myself I'm doing alright. But lonely gets louder in the middle of the night. --- Fire logic. That's what I call it. A heart full of hope when common sense quits. It's pouring one more drink when you've already had two. It's knowing she's gone but still missing you. --- Fire logic says she might come back. Morning logic says that's a worn-out track. Fire logic says give it one more try. Morning logic says some things just die. --- The fire said, "Call her." The coffee said, "No." The whiskey said, "Maybe." Guess which way I chose. --- We ain't fixing a thing. We're just feeding the flame. Talking to ghosts. Calling old names. Watching old memories dance in the light. Making bad decisions feel perfectly right. --- The coals burn red. The stars shine white. The truth gets blurry in the firelight. Every regret looks smaller somehow. Every "never again" becomes "maybe now." --- I remember her laughter. I remember her smile. I remember believing it would last a long while. Funny how memories play tricks on your mind. They leave out the hard parts and keep the good times. --- Fire logic. It's a dangerous friend. It tells you old stories and changes the end. It makes you believe what you want to be true. Even when reality already told you. --- Then morning comes creeping across the sky. The fire burns low. The smoke says goodbye. The coffee gets stronger. The truth settles in. And all of that fire logic starts over again. --- Because some nights we don't need reasons. We don't need answers. We don't need plans. We just need a campfire. A little silence. And someone we wish still gave a damn. --- Fire logic. We've all been there. Talking to the flames like they actually care. Holding on to yesterday a little too long. Knowing it's over. Still singing the song. --- That's fire logic. And every broken heart knows the words by heart. Pinoks Vibes Songs for the bruised, Not the perfect.
