it comes and goes
like breath from my lungs
been holding my fists at my sides
holding onto this anger so tight

there's nothing there,
your eyes are playing tricks
nothing is haunting you
but the memory of this
what you heard is not
what you think you heard
it's just the wind blowing
I never slammed that door

it comes and goes
like a fever from my skull
been trying to sweat it out
but it just won't break

there's nothing there,
your eyes are playing tricks
nothing is haunting you
but the memory of this
what you heard is not
what you think you heard
it's just the wind blowing
I never slammed that door