I, all I'm hearing is white noise
All I'm feeling is salt in the wound
I turn the corner, got knocked out
And the one holding the weight was you

I saw the one loss coming, but the others left me in shock
The mess and brokenness are surprising
But I'm surprised you haven't said it's enough

So, who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else)
Who else, you (Who else, who)
Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else)
You're the one who calls the shots

I wanna wrestle till I feel blessed
Or at least until all this is remade
I know that you love me in my head
But the tightness in my chest has something to say

Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else)
Who else, you (Who else, who)
Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else)
You're the one who calls the shots

Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else)
Who else, you (Who else, who)
Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else)
You're the one who calls the shots

I don't wanna band-aid
It's so hard to even pray
I don't want you to go away
But I wish you would explain

I wish you would explain
Who else
Who else
Where do I go, but to the one I call the son?

Yeah, who else am I supposed to be angry at?
Hey, who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else, who else)
Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else, who else)
Who else, you (who else, who)
Who else am I supposed to be angry at? (Who else, who else)
You're the one who calls the shots