From the album Planting Tomatoes - Single
This is a song about postponement as a spiritual practice. Dacus knows death is coming for everyone around her, so she invents a vague future project to make the present feel survivable. The 'ideas' are deliberately empty. The point is not what she plans to do but that planning itself creates distance from the fact that nothing lasts.
They are not good yet / They are not good yet
Repeating 'not good yet' twice does something weird. It stops being about the saxophone player and becomes about her own terror of unfinished things. She's watching someone practice badly and hearing a preview of how she'll feel when people she loves die before they're ready.
Life is just a series of close calls / One day one will come to end them all
She delivers this like a fact she's already accepted, not a fear she's wrestling with. The flatness is the point. When you've decided everyone dies, the only question left is what you do in the gap between now and then.
You've gotta live the life you're fighting for / You've gotta live a life you would die for
This sounds like a rallying cry but it's actually a dodge. She's saying you have to earn your own death by living hard enough first. The unspoken flip side is: if you haven't lived that life yet, you get to delay the reckoning.
Living in the moment, I can feel the moment passing
She announces she's living in the moment while simultaneously narrating her awareness that it's slipping away. The act of trying to be present becomes the thing that makes presence impossible. She can't stop watching herself from the outside.
Now I'm older than you'll ever be / On a day you will never see
She's talking to someone who died young, using the exact deferral strategy ('before then') they never got. The survival guilt lands because the whole song has been about buying time, and this person got none. I'm not sure if this is about one specific loss or a composite, but it's the moment the postponement stops feeling like freedom.
The song ends with the chorus repeating four times, which is either defiance or denial. She's stacking up 'before thens' like sandbags against the inevitable. The more she says it, the less convincing it gets. By the end, the postponement is the only thing she has.