I remember I was at a party, and in one room there was that guy, the guy at every party, clumsily playing guitar and singing badly, but managing to make everyone feel like they had to be there because it was a party. I hated that guy (all versions of him), so I left the room, and went to another room, where in the corner, a young girl was sitting alone, quietly strumming a guitar and softly singing the Cranberries. I fell in love instantly, and we dated for four months, because four months was all the love I could give back then.
This was always my favorite of their songs.