More Important Than Winning
Genre: pop-rock anthem with big chorus. Tempo: mid. Mood: uplifting, principled, unifying. Vocals: confident and warm. Instruments: crunchy guitars, stadium drums, backing gang vocals. Theme: choosing truth and relationship over scoring points; refusing the “scoreboard brain.”
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Lyrics
Verse 1
We turned the talk into a boxing ring,
A punchline for a crown.
Kept track of every clever hit
While the real point hit the ground.
I watched the room grow smaller
With every perfect line—
And nobody noticed
We were losing time.
Pre-Chorus
What’s the use of being right
If you can’t hear a word?
What’s the use of a victory
If it leaves you unheard?
Chorus
I don’t want the scoreboard,
I want the map.
I don’t want the headline,
I want the facts.
If I have to crush you
To prove my view,
Then I’ve traded something priceless
For something cheap and new.
So I’ll put my pride down—
I’ll take the longer route,
’Cause there’s something bigger than the moment
We keep forgetting to protect.
Verse 2
A rumor moves like lightning,
A label moves like glue.
We stack our words like weapons
And call it “getting through.”
But I’ve seen bridges burn so fast
You don’t smell the smoke in time—
And suddenly the silence
Feels like a crime.
Pre-Chorus
So I’m learning to ask questions
That don’t come with a blade.
I’m learning to leave space
For the things I haven’t weighed.
Chorus
I don’t want the scoreboard,
I want the map.
I don’t want the headline,
I want the facts.
If I have to crush you
To prove my view,
Then I’ve traded something priceless
For something cheap and new.
So I’ll put my pride down—
I’ll take the longer route,
’Cause there’s something bigger than the moment
We keep forgetting to protect.
Bridge
Let me be careful with my certainty,
It’s easy to be cruel.
Let me be brave enough to change
When I’m shown a better rule.
Let me be strong enough to say,
“I don’t know yet—tell me more,”
’Cause truth has never needed me
To slam a door.
Final Chorus
I don’t want the scoreboard,
I want the map.
I don’t want the headline,
I want the facts.
If I have to crush you
To prove my view,
Then I’ve traded something priceless
For something cheap and new.
So I’ll put my pride down—
I’ll take the longer route,
’Cause there’s something bigger than the moment
We keep forgetting to protect.