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A Wrong Feeling in My Stomach | One Wrong Heartbeat Lyrics

One Wrong Heartbeat Warm hands. Warm room. Everything feels safe. Sunlight filled the room at breakfast time. Mornings were something I could count on. I’m three years old and I don’t have words for most things yet, but I know what happy feels like. It’s the sound of our table creaking when I lean too far. It’s steam from my oatmeal climbing up in soft little clouds. It’s my father humming without realizing he’s doing it. Our house feels so normal. I laugh out loud as my little hands play with my food. Oops. My bowl tips and falls off the table. I watch it fall but then suddenly, the whole room turns a different color. Cold. Desaturated. Something grabs the morning by the throat and drains the color. The bowl doesn’t hit the floor. It stops. It just hangs there, suspended, a drop of oatmeal caught mid-splash. One. Two. The room forgets to move. I panic. My dad doesn't blink. His eyes wide and frozen. He doesn't move. I don’t understand what I did, only that I did something. I feel it. A cold turn in my stomach. A sudden wrongness. My breath comes out thin. My skin prickles. The whole room steps away from me like I was isolated from the moment. For one wrong heartbeat, the world holds its breath to look at me. Then it snaps back. Color returns. The bowl shatters on the floor like nothing happened at all. Oatmeal everywhere. A mess. A normal mess. The kind I’ve made a hundred times. My father blinks and laughs it off, gentle and automatic. “It’s okay,” he says, like I just spilled. Like I’m just little. Like he can press the moment flat and tuck it away where it can’t hurt me. But his eyes don’t lie. He looks at the broken pieces on the floor like he's seeing something wrong for the first time. He’s counting seconds in his head. I want to crawl under the table and stay there forever. If I stay very still, maybe it won’t come back out. Dust spins in the summer light. The hearth pops. Everything is exactly how it should be. I let out my breath. It's cold. I can see it float off like a little ghost in the room. I sit on my hands trying to hide the feeling. I did something wrong. My father kneels beside me and says, “It’s okay, sweetie,” and he tries to shape his voice into sounding normal. But it comes out different. Shaky. He sounds muffled like he's talking from another room, but he's right here next to me. I don’t know what I am. I don’t know what I did. But something in me touched the room and now everything feels different. He smiles because he has to. He wipes the mess. He tells me I’m fine. He tells me everything is okay. But his hands shake. And for the first time in my life, I understand a new kind of cold. Not winter. Not snow. The kind that shows up in a warm room, in bright sun. A wrong feeling in my stomach. A different look in my dad's eyes. Neither of us knew what happened, but somewhere, deep under the morning, time moved wrong. Follow Me linktr.ee/ShiyaYamada LYRICS Warm hands Warm room Sun on the spoon I’m three years old In a world that feels cold Creaky table Breakfast time Daddy’s smile Is warm and kind Oatmeal steam Goes up like clouds I giggle loud Without a pout My bowl wobbles Oops! Too fast Little hands Can’t make things last I watch it fall I watch it Wait It's floating One! Two The room forgets to move My tummy turns to ice and stun And then it isn’t fun It hangs in the air For one wrong heartbeat Like the world Held its breath To look at me Then it breaks On the floor And I don’t know why Daddy blinks Then laughs it off But his eyes don’t lie La la la Hush now La la Don’t shout If I stay Very still Maybe it won’t come back out Summer window Yellow light Dust spins slow Like tiny kites Fire in the hearth goes pop pop pop I try to smile and make it stop Daddy says It’s okay, okay But his voice takes a different shape Like he’s talking through a door That wasn’t there before My breath Makes a little ghost In a room That’s supposed to toast I press my palms under my legs Like hiding hands can hide mistakes Cuz it hangs in the air For one wrong heartbeat Like the world Held its breath To look at me Then it breaks On the floor And I don’t know why Daddy blinks Then laughs it off But his eyes Don’t lie If I’m good Will time behave If I’m quiet Will you stay If I’m normal Will the day Keep moving the same I didn’t mean I didn’t do I don’t even know what I am But something in me Touched the room And now the room remembers It hangs in the air For one wrong heartbeat Like the world Held its breath To look at me Then it breaks On the floor And I don’t know why Daddy blinks Then laughs it off But his hands shake Why Warm hands Warm room Sun on the spoon I’m three years small And time moved wrong ❄️💙🧵