Tom Grennan - This is the Place

When Monday morning's falling back around
The coffee's cold
It gets me down
I put my hand there on the empty space
Here in our bed
I can't replace
I picture your face
Hands on my waist
You've gone with no trace
And I can't break the cycle of you in my mind, oh
This is the place that I come to forget you
These are the nights that I drink to regret you
These are the times I know I can't replace you