Baby don't know baby

I still don't know you. Still can't afford the outcome of a new borns' "welcome." But here we are. On a salted couch Where the promises are fade A rememberance of what we made. Still don't know you, Eyes are still a squint. Sorta like my memory Of where that night went. Made a call home, Hmmm ...,only a reminder why I ran away from those. Outreach to an "out-breach." Baby can you just quiet for a moment? I don't know what you want.., because I don't know you yet.