A classic R&B ballad requires the absolute loss of pretense: not attempting to convince the listener of what you don’t however know — that everything will end well — and striking the heart-wrenching, guttural center of a primal feeling of the very moment, whether in the throes of falling in love or in the pitiful depth of loss. “Lost One” is devoid of anything although pure sorrow, wherein
Sullivan gets drunk, has sex with strangers, and loses all restraint in the name of coping with the repercussions of her actions. “Please don’t forget about me, try not to love no one [else],” she wails, before reconsidering her request. “I know that’s also much to ask,” she says. “I know I’m a selfish bitch.” —
Terron Moore