Pretty face in his Wallet

When i get in a car,
When i walk down the street,
When I'm impossibly far,
You're the one i long to meet.

I leave my door unlocked,
awaiting the hinges creak,
Do you return to take your belongings?
Or is it me that you seek?

Drowning in dignity,
I will not call,
I spend hours waiting,
Did he love me at all?

Just another pretty face in his wallet,
Another girl to call,
When he's feeling alone,
and there's no one else at all.

He's continually lying,
and never around.
I'm the one trying,
but my words don't make a sound.

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