I'll never forget the day I wrote "Lost In My Life." I was newly sober and living in the first apartment in NYC that ever felt like home- where I was comfortable and felt like myself. This apartment most certainly had a part in my sobriety, because it made me feel safe enough to start writing my own music. Much of my first album, Waitress, was written there.
Of course I had roommates, one of which happened to be my best friend of ten years. He moved out shortly after I got sober so he could also find the help he needed in his own addictions and fears. I could not live with him while he continued to drink. Shortly after he moved out a young French kid who worked with my other roommate took the room. He had a love of rum, and he kept bottles of it on a bookshelf we had in the living room. The bottles were all infused with fruit, ginger and all other sorts of experimental flavors that, judging from the faces they made, were delicious.
Those bottles stared at me all the time, and I wasn't even a rum drinker! When I found myself staring back at the bottle, I called my mother (who is also sober) for guidance and encouragement. On this one particular day, as I was being stalked by this bottle of rum, I couldn't get a hold of her because my crappy phone decided not to work. So there I was, unable to reach my mother, my best friend was across the country, and as usual, I was single. I sat alone in the apartment, middle of the day, staring at this bottle. It was at that moment I ran into my bedroom and picked up a tablet of paper and a pen, literally just in time for the lyrics to spill out of my mouth onto that tablet. It was the second song I had ever written.