I hold what you’ve done though I cannot act, I steal the present but return it back; Lose me and you lose yourself

made of plastic I may be, some will kill to get to me. With several numbers I'm inscribed, which to the public you should hide. If the link to me is broken, I become merely a token, I'll serve you well if you stay true to paying when my bill is due.

The man who made it, didn’t want it. The man who bought it, didn’t need it. The man who used it, didn’t know it. What is it?

A place for your ticker; but not in your chest It holds what you love; and none of the rest More than a house; more than a place Here's where you go; when you return from the chase

Take out my second letter, and you get a crispy sandwich ingredient. Or the last name of a famous eighties dancing man. As a whole, I’m something that’s used as a signal for directing or warning. I’m usually quite bright!