I Hope You Die Sad And Alone - Damion Suomi & The Minor Prophets 

Oh lover, come home for I ache and I moan
It’s not fair that I lay here alone
Your dinner’s gone cold and you’ve spent all your gold
With no ace in your card you must fold

Lay in the garden the fees for free
The good life is waiting
There’s fruit on my tree
Tastes the same
Lover, come home for I ache and I moan
It’s not fair that I lay here alone

‘Cause your mother worries that we need to hurry
This body is not staying young
And there are other suitors some young and some cuter
They say that you’re not coming back