How Did You Get This Number?

'Round midnight like clockwork, Pavlov would be proud, You text right as I'm taking my Ambien, Hoping that I might cave in. It's like you got cameras in my medicine cabinet Some fucking psychic hotline to my bad habits Phone is glowing like a beacon in the dark You full-on Gatsby, circlin' like a shark. How did you get this number? I changed it twice since I broke up with you How did you get this number? You're like toxic gas, slipping through Your timing's surgical, down to the minute Texting me right after the Hennessy hit me Right when I start questioning myself about my past Right when I'm too gone to resist it You're thermal vision, seeing through my bluff GPS tracking of the point where I've had enough Pretending it's OK to start it all anew Like it's alright to ignore the bullshit we went through How did you get this number? I blocked yours and deleted it in the end. How did you get this number? You keep acting like it's not all pretend. Found your old phone in my couch You haven't been here since March Threw it out the window, watched it fly twenty floors Yet your messages still crawl in under my digital doors I could blame the algorithm, I could blame the cloud Say you hacked my heart when I let my guard down But the truth is simpler than the fiction I create You have my number 'cause I never let you fade ...from my life Maybe I never really changed things Maybe I just rearranged things Maybe it's not even you who's texting Maybe I'm just manifesting All these late night confessions Feeding my old obsessions Maybe you're my own projection Maybe I'm my own infection How did you get this number? (Why am I even asking) How did you get this number? (It's a pretty easy task) How did you get this number? (Maybe I keep giving it to you myself?) How did you get this number? (Every time I grab a bottle from the shelf?)