IT means what IT means.

We occur after hours
Disturbed by half empty glasses of wine
And food left-over.
The disarray frames our hysteria
Of arguments, favorite songs,
Confessions, and professions about love.
In the early morning we hide our faces
In the neutral folds of the bed
As if comforted by some illusion -
Some afterthought of what if
It all means what it means.

One of my professors hated the word it with a passion. It is an empty word. If you are a good writer, you should always replace it with what you really mean - it always refers to something.

I still maintain it serves a purpose, no matter how infuriating or vague.