Sister of My Own Choosing

[Verse 1]

You were reading something dreadful on a plastic folding chair

I was crying at a dryer over somebody's mistake

And you handed me a napkin and you said the perfect thing

Which was nothing, which was sitting there until I could speak

[Chorus]

Sister of my own choosing, I did not get you by blood

I got you by a coin slot and the worst year of my life