Let's get drunk on cough medicine under the shattered stars of our scattered hopes and dreams in the midnight sky, get high on sugar like little children; out of control and straight into absolute madness, pop some sleeping pills and sleep like there's no tomorrow because when tomorrow comes it'll be all gone to waste and we'll be left with nothing but regrets and a whole lot of pain
It sounds a little childish but that's the point of it. A kid who's almost a teenager would probably do that.