I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

“The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town”

The smoke as the partner's exhalation figured as an oncoming train. The simile works the song's larger argument about scale and incompatibility: what comes out of the partner's mouth is too large for the setting he is in, the smoke staging the disproportion. The motif here carries the partner's presence as something the speaker cannot scale herself to, the train through the small town a figure for what he is doing to the world she has built around him.

“Your good Lord doesn't need to lift a finger”

She waves off the need for God's help, setting her own will to save the man above any divine hand, a small act of sacrilege in the certainty that she alone can fix him.

“The dopamine races through his brain on a six-lane Texas highway”

His high is pictured from the inside, dopamine racing down a six-lane highway through his brain, the chemistry of getting wasted blown up into wide, reckless imagery.

“The smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town”

The freight-train simile renders the speaker's addressee as something massive, loud, and damaging passing through. Full analytical context awaits the I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can) episode extraction.

“His hand so calloused from his pistol softly traces hearts on my face”

Hand-with-history-on-body register, the calloused hand (history of violence) softly tracing hearts (gesture of tenderness) on the speaker's face; the same hand carries both the previous register and the current gesture, the line making the contradiction visible at the level of the body-part. Companion to Ours' "tough hands" but with the source of the toughness specified.