Music Lover Monday-Taking you back to my meloncholy side

This song brings out the meloncholy in it's finest form in me. My heart aches and I find myself searching frantically for why this song makes me ache. I can close my eyes now, listening to his voice, the lyrics, and I can just feel myself lying on my full-sized bed in the dark, with the blinds open to the stars and streetlight outside, staring out at nothing but the water puddle at the end of my parents' driveway, waiting.....but on what? For what? Why?
I tell you, pure meloncholy.

She looks like the real thing

She tastes like the real thing

My fake plastic love.

But I can't help the feeling

I could blow through the ceiling

If I just turn and run.

And it wears me out, it wears me out.

It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted

If I could be who you wanted

All the time, all the time.