I’m addicted to EVE

I am addicted to EVE by Jita FM I swear I’m done, I close the client, I breathe But the station hum is still under my sleeve My hands remember shortcuts like prayers in the dark And your starlanes pull me back like a spark I hear the pings like drums in a distant room “Form up, form up,” and my night turns to noon I tell myself “just five more minutes” again Then I’m chasing that gate flash like it’s oxygen It’s not a game when your heart starts to race When the overview lights up and you can’t look away I know the risk, I know the cost But I want it anyway—yeah, I want it anyway I’m…