Am I Going Crazy?

I feel erratic, is this psychosis?
Nah I got some of that off of piff and I smoked it
No joke shit, it comes in phases
Sometimes wyle the fuck out, sometimes grace and behave
Burn away spliffs, I think my brain stopped growin'
Somewhere around where the light signs stopped showin'
My old man always said: «When you’re older, you’ll be knowin'
How it drives you Insane In The Membrane.»
Shit! I lost my train of thought, I lost my house keys
Lost that bike that I got of fingers or about free
Lost it for a bit heard some people call me 'alchy' but it ain’t the drink that
really took it out me
I look around to see the side effects
I set a wise of a good reflection of what’s inside the head
My mind’s been fed, my mind’s bled
That’s why I can’t remember of what the fuck I just said
Am I going crazy?
I’m talking to myself? I think I’m maybe
Beaver’s fucked, is my name’s Josh Davey?
Scared to ask myself if it’s changed me
So have the drugs changed me?
Everybody thought he was nice, everyone liked him
'Til one day somebody pissed him off and he started knifin'
Throw him in the psych bin
Fools, can’t you see? I was just trynna be cool, it was you that made it
exciting
School for five years with the rich kids on a scholarship
How the fuck you meant to fit in when you can’t bring the dollars with?
At school I was poor, on the bus I was rich
The truth was the first song you think I really give a shit
What they think of me? I knew that from day one
Forget the words even though every day is the same song
Pick up the same bong, sniff the same shit, tip the same drip down my throat
when my life’s gone wrong
My mind speaks to me but I’ve been thinking: «Fuck that dickhead!»
I can’t hear him jibbering away when the spliff’s red
Doing for the fuck instead
Fuck an angel in my sin bed
Don’t even trust myself like a pinhead
Looking in the mirror like a taxi driver
You’re looking at me, punk? Through a cloud of a skunk it isn’t me either
Pinched out the bags so that’s a fiver
I’m going in on a turn like having sex, driving, holding a screw driver
Am I going crazy?
I’m talking to myself, I think I may be
Beaver’s fucked, is my name Josh Davey?
Scared to ask myself if it’s changed me
So have the drugs changed me?