Beyond the spare black curtain
The candle and the glow
My friend can’t get a word in
Between the din and the show

What’s the use of hammering
With tooth and nail
What’s all gone pale
From fright?

When we’re deaf and stammering
It’s all a pose
At least our clothes
Are tight

She second guessed his gesture
His threaded bucktooth grin
She falls for men in sweatshirts
And boyish boys too thin

Then that Modern Lovers’ song
Filled up the room
They sang in tune
So proud

But that moment petered out
She picked a fight
So what’s that line
So what’s that line
About?