No Proof

Track 11 of Mirror Season

[ Lyrics ]

No receipts, just receipts in my chest.

You came home with that cologne on your neck,
not the one I bought—some floral, not fresh.
Smiled too quick, said you worked late at the desk,
but your eyes played chess while your lips spoke less.
I scrolled your phone—clean as a test,
but your name in her post? Tagged as 'best.'
She’s new, but the look on your face—I knew.
The kind of truth that don’t need a view.

I don’t need a screenshot to feel the sting,
some lies wear perfume and call it a ring.
You can swear on your mom, swear on your dreams,
but I trust my gut more than your receipts.

No proof, just proof in my chest,
heartbeat screamin’ what you never confess.
No proof, but I know what I know—
the silence between us sings you out of control.

You kissed me like nothing had shifted in tone,
but your hands were too soft, like they’d already strolled
through someone else’s hair, someone else’s zones.
Dinner was cold, but you said I ‘overload.’
I laughed it off, built a wall from the bones
of denial—‘til the weight found its home.
Now I watch how you sleep—still, rehearsed, too still.
Like your dreams got an alibi they can’t kill.

I don’t need a video, don’t need a text,
some guilt doesn’t flash—it just takes up space.
You can erase every trace, delete every thread,
but I feel it in my spine, like a ghost in the bed.

No proof, just proof in my chest,
heartbeat screamin’ what you never confess.
No proof, but I know what I know—
the silence between us sings you out of control.

I used to beg for evidence, a sign,
now I carry the trial in my spine.
You don’t get to decide what’s real.
My body remembers what your words conceal.

No proof, just proof in my chest,
heartbeat screamin’ what you never confess.
No proof, but I know what I know—
the silence between us sings you out of control.
No proof—no proof—in my chest.

No receipts…
Just receipts in my chest.

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No Proof | Jasmine Glass | Allyson, Inc.