Well see, the point of this video is fit every obnoxious emo band trope ever, hence, having the circus performers/band control, mock, but try to help the attendants who are, but for their intervention, asleep. See, the angsty emo teen is the band, and the wedding guests and couple to married are the teen's parents, teachers, classmates, and society at large, making the teen get a regular haircut instead of a slanty one, worry about grades instead of indulging their unbridled creativity, and making them work instead of furnishing an allowance.
When the strong man/symbol condoning the emo teen's sexuality and/or sexual curiosity blew golden sparkles on the crowd, I threw up a bit in my throat. Ditto when the lead singer clutched his furry hat in a gesture so ill-conceived it could only impress a sub-urbanite 14-year old. But the real reason I loathe, LOATHE, LOATHE this video is that it is lyrically, melodically, and instrumentally dead. It's one generic lyrically phrase (I'd chime in, "Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!"/No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.) that lacks a vestige of lyricism supported by one musical phrase that lacks a vestige of musicality.
See, most important of all is to gratify the emo teen on a musical level and that means no challenges. So we have a chorus that makes up perhaps 90% of the song and that is virtually spoken into the mic, we have a riff played ad naseum virtually without change or development, all saying to the emo teen: "We like you as you are, and you are, on a musical level, retarded. You can't handle complexity, so we won't give it to you. Please buy our cds!"