High expectations. Low standards.

You fill me up and
set me on the shelf.
Won't you take a drink of
your own
filth?
You bought me with words that
didn't come true.
So pour a glass,
the only thing cheap
is you.

My label told you
what you'd get.
First I was too sweet.
Now I'm so dry
you can't spit.
I wish you had a label,
but you're so obscure.
"To be fine you must age."
Those were your words
certain and sure.
You won't take your own advice.
You won't have any of mine.
Do you treat all your lovers
like wine?