"Commentators" lyrics - CITY AND COLOUR

I don't want to be revolutionary
No, I'm just looking for the sweetest melody
If I've overstayed my welcome, I will take my things and leave
'Cause I'm not trying to be revolutionary

What gave you the impression that your opinion means anything to anyone
What gave you the right to bare arms against me; against us
You're nothing but a bunch of amateur commentators
Who live your lives living behind a wall of insecurities

I don't want to be revolutionary
No, I'm just looking for the sweetest melody
If I've overstayed my welcome, I will take my things and leave
'Cause I'm not trying to be revolutionary

Imagine it's already broken as you hold it in your hand
Think of all the work your doing, this work that you can only understand
Suppose that it's already faded as it drapes across your back
Believe in all you have that's wonderful instead of everything that you lack

I don't want to be revolutionary
No, I'm just looking for the sweetest melody
If I've overstayed my welcome, I will take my things and leave
'Cause I'm not trying to be revolutionary